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However
,
at
the
end
of
November
,
the
mornings
became
very
cold
.
Torrential
rains
swept
down
the
streets
,
washing
the
sky
and
leaving
it
empty
of
clouds
above
the
shining
streets
.
Every
morning
a
weak
sun
spread
a
sparkling
,
icy
light
across
the
town
.
Towards
evening
,
however
,
the
air
once
again
became
warm
.
This
was
the
moment
that
Tarrou
chose
to
reveal
something
of
himself
to
Dr
Rieux
.
One
day
,
around
ten
o
’
clock
,
after
a
long
and
exhausting
day
,
Tarrou
accompanied
Rieux
who
was
going
to
make
his
evening
visit
to
the
old
asthmatic
.
The
sky
was
glowing
gently
above
the
houses
of
the
old
quarter
.
A
light
wind
blew
soundlessly
past
the
dark
crossroads
.
Coming
out
of
the
quiet
streets
the
two
men
found
themselves
subjected
to
the
old
man
’
s
chattering
.
He
told
them
that
there
were
some
who
didn
’
t
agree
,
that
the
gravy
train
was
always
for
the
same
people
,
that
when
the
jug
goes
too
often
to
the
well
,
it
eventually
breaks
,
and
that
probably
,
whenever
he
rubbed
his
hands
,
trouble
would
follow
.
This
commentary
on
events
did
not
stop
at
all
while
the
doctor
examined
him
.
They
heard
footsteps
overhead
.
The
old
woman
,
noticing
that
Tarrou
seemed
interested
,
explained
that
one
of
the
neighbours
was
on
the
terrace
.
They
also
learned
that
there
was
a
fine
view
from
up
there
and
that
since
the
roof
terraces
of
houses
often
joined
on
one
side
,
it
was
possible
for
the
women
of
the
area
to
visit
one
another
without
leaving
home
.
"
Yes
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
Come
on
up
.
The
air
is
good
up
there
.
"
They
found
the
terrace
empty
,
with
three
chairs
on
it
.
On
one
side
,
as
far
as
the
eye
could
see
,
all
they
could
make
out
were
roof
terraces
,
which
eventually
came
to
rest
against
a
dark
rocky
mass
in
which
they
recognized
the
first
hill
.
On
the
other
side
,
above
a
few
streets
and
the
port
(
which
was
invisible
)
,
the
eye
was
lost
in
a
horizon
where
sky
and
sea
mingled
in
a
vague
throbbing
.
Beyond
what
they
knew
to
be
the
cliffs
,
a
light
reappeared
regularly
,
though
they
could
not
see
where
it
was
coming
from
:
since
the
previous
spring
,
the
lighthouse
on
the
channel
had
continued
to
shine
for
ships
headed
for
other
ports
.
In
the
sky
,
swept
clean
and
shining
by
the
wind
,
the
pure
stars
shone
and
,
from
time
to
time
,
the
distant
light
of
the
lighthouse
added
its
brief
ember
.
The
breeze
brought
scents
of
spices
and
stone
.
The
silence
was
absolute
.
"
It
feels
good
,
"
said
Rieux
,
sitting
down
.
"
It
’
s
as
though
the
plague
had
never
come
up
here
.
"
Tarrou
turned
his
back
on
the
doctor
and
looked
at
the
sea
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
,
after
a
short
pause
.
"
It
feels
good
.
"
