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They
got
undressed
.
Rieux
was
the
first
to
dive
in
.
The
water
,
cold
to
begin
with
,
seemed
warm
to
him
when
he
resurfaced
.
After
a
few
strokes
he
realized
that
the
sea
was
warm
that
evening
with
the
warmth
of
autumn
seas
when
they
take
back
from
the
earth
the
heat
that
has
been
stored
in
it
for
long
summer
months
.
He
swam
steadily
.
Behind
him
the
beating
of
his
feet
left
a
seething
foam
and
the
water
ran
the
length
of
his
arms
to
stick
on
his
legs
.
A
heavy
splash
told
him
that
Tarrou
had
dived
in
.
Rieux
turned
onto
his
back
and
stayed
motionless
,
looking
up
at
the
bowl
of
the
sky
,
full
of
moon
and
stars
.
He
took
deep
breaths
.
Then
the
sound
of
something
striking
the
water
became
more
and
more
distinct
,
strangely
clear
in
the
silence
and
loneliness
of
the
night
.
Tarrou
was
swimming
towards
him
and
Rieux
could
soon
hear
his
breathing
.
He
turned
round
,
came
alongside
his
friend
and
swam
with
the
same
rhythm
.
Tarrou
was
moving
forward
more
powerfully
than
he
was
and
he
had
to
speed
up
.
For
a
few
minutes
they
swam
on
with
equal
stokes
and
equal
strength
,
alone
,
far
from
the
world
,
finally
free
of
the
town
and
the
plague
.
Rieux
was
the
first
to
stop
swimming
and
they
returned
slowly
,
except
at
one
moment
when
they
came
into
an
icy
current
.
Without
saying
a
word
,
they
both
speeded
up
,
driven
on
by
this
surprise
in
the
sea
.
Once
they
had
dressed
again
they
left
without
saying
a
word
.
But
their
hearts
were
one
,
and
the
memory
of
that
night
was
sweet
for
both
of
them
.
When
from
a
distance
they
saw
the
sentry
of
the
plague
,
Rieux
knew
that
Tarrou
was
thinking
,
as
was
he
,
that
the
sickness
had
just
forgotten
them
,
that
this
was
good
,
but
that
now
they
had
to
start
again
.
*
*
*
Yes
,
they
had
to
start
again
:
the
plague
forgot
no
one
for
too
long
.
During
December
,
it
flared
up
in
the
chests
of
the
townspeople
,
it
lit
the
oven
,
it
filled
the
camps
of
empty
-
handed
shades
,
in
short
it
continued
to
advance
with
its
patient
,
jerky
steps
.
The
authorities
had
counted
on
the
cold
weather
to
halt
its
advance
,
but
it
came
through
the
first
rigours
of
the
season
without
a
pause
.
We
had
to
wait
.
But
the
longer
you
wait
,
the
longer
you
are
able
to
wait
,
and
our
whole
town
lived
without
a
future
.
As
for
the
doctor
,
the
brief
instant
of
peace
and
friendship
that
had
been
granted
him
was
not
repeated
.
They
had
opened
a
new
hospital
and
Rieux
had
no
further
private
talks
except
with
his
patients
.
He
did
note
,
however
,
that
at
this
stage
in
the
epidemic
,
when
the
plague
was
increasingly
adopting
the
pulmonary
form
,
the
patients
seemed
in
a
way
to
help
the
doctor
.
Instead
of
giving
way
to
the
prostration
and
madness
of
the
early
days
,
they
seemed
to
have
a
better
idea
of
their
own
interests
,
and
demanded
of
their
own
accord
what
would
be
most
beneficial
to
them
.
They
continually
asked
for
water
and
all
wanted
heat
.
Although
the
doctor
felt
the
same
tiredness
,
he
did
feel
less
alone
in
these
circumstances
.
Towards
the
end
of
December
Rieux
received
a
letter
from
M
.
Othon
,
the
examining
magistrate
,
who
was
still
in
his
camp
.
The
letter
said
that
his
period
of
quarantine
was
over
,
that
the
camp
authorities
could
not
find
the
date
of
his
first
internment
and
that
,
surely
,
he
was
being
kept
in
the
camp
by
mistake
.
His
wife
,
who
had
been
out
for
some
time
,
protested
to
the
Prefecture
,
but
she
was
given
short
shrift
there
and
told
that
mistakes
were
never
made
.
Rieux
got
Rambert
to
intervene
and
a
few
days
later
saw
M
.
Othon
arriving
.
There
had
indeed
been
a
mistake
and
Rieux
was
slightly
indignant
about
it
.
But
M
.
Othon
,
who
had
grown
thinner
,
raised
a
limp
hand
and
said
very
deliberately
that
anyone
could
make
a
mistake
.
The
doctor
felt
that
something
had
changed
.
"
What
are
you
going
to
do
,
Judge
?
Your
files
await
you
,
"
said
Rieux
.
"
Well
,
no
,
"
said
the
magistrate
.
"
I
’
d
like
to
take
a
holiday
.
