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The
cries
which
had
been
confused
earlier
gathered
on
the
outskirts
of
the
town
,
near
the
rocky
hill
.
At
the
same
time
they
heard
something
like
an
explosion
.
Then
silence
returned
.
Rieux
counted
two
flashes
of
the
lighthouse
.
The
wind
seemed
to
gather
strength
and
at
the
same
time
a
breeze
coming
from
the
sea
brought
the
smell
of
salt
.
Now
they
could
distinctly
hear
the
muffled
breathing
of
the
waves
against
the
cliff
.
"
In
short
,
"
Tarrou
said
simply
,
"
what
interests
me
is
to
know
how
one
becomes
a
saint
.
"
"
But
you
don
’
t
believe
in
God
.
"
"
Precisely
.
Can
one
be
a
saint
without
God
:
that
is
the
only
concrete
question
that
I
know
today
.
"
Suddenly
a
great
flash
of
light
came
from
the
direction
of
the
cries
and
a
vague
noise
of
shouting
reached
the
two
men
along
the
stream
of
wind
.
The
light
faded
at
once
and
in
the
distance
on
the
edge
of
the
roofs
there
was
only
a
reddish
glow
.
The
wind
died
down
for
a
moment
and
one
could
distinctly
hear
men
’
s
shouts
,
then
the
noise
of
a
shot
and
the
roar
of
a
crowd
.
Tarrou
got
up
and
listened
.
Nothing
more
was
to
be
heard
.
"
They
’
re
fighting
at
the
gates
again
.
"
"
It
’
s
over
now
,
"
said
Rieux
.
Tarrou
muttered
that
it
was
never
over
and
that
there
would
be
more
victims
,
since
this
was
the
normal
course
of
things
.
"
Perhaps
,
"
the
doctor
said
.
"
But
you
know
,
I
feel
more
solidarity
with
the
defeated
than
with
saints
.
I
don
’
t
think
I
have
any
taste
for
heroism
and
sainthood
.
What
interests
me
is
to
be
a
man
.
"
