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"
You
should
see
them
run
!
It
’
s
a
sight
for
sore
eyes
!
"
He
had
seen
two
live
rats
come
into
his
house
through
the
street
door
.
Neighbours
had
informed
him
that
the
creatures
were
also
reappearing
in
their
houses
Behind
the
walls
of
other
houses
there
was
a
hustle
and
bustle
that
had
not
been
heard
for
months
.
Rieux
waited
for
the
general
statistics
to
be
published
,
as
they
were
at
the
start
of
each
week
.
They
showed
a
decline
in
the
disease
.
Although
this
sudden
decline
in
the
disease
was
unexpected
,
the
townspeople
were
in
no
hurry
to
celebrate
.
The
preceding
months
,
though
they
had
increased
the
desire
for
liberation
,
had
also
taught
them
prudence
and
accustomed
them
to
count
less
and
less
on
a
rapid
end
to
the
epidemic
.
However
,
this
new
development
was
the
subject
of
every
conversation
and
,
in
the
depths
of
people
’
s
hearts
,
there
was
a
great
,
unadmitted
hope
.
All
else
was
secondary
.
The
new
victims
of
the
plague
counted
for
little
beside
this
outstanding
fact
:
the
figures
were
going
down
.
One
of
the
signs
that
a
return
to
a
time
of
good
health
was
secretly
expected
(
though
no
one
admitted
the
fact
)
was
that
from
this
moment
on
people
readily
spoke
,
with
apparent
indifference
,
about
how
life
would
be
reorganized
after
the
plague
.
Everyone
agreed
that
the
amenities
of
former
times
would
not
be
restored
overnight
and
that
it
was
easier
to
destroy
than
to
rebuild
.
They
considered
merely
that
food
supplies
might
be
somewhat
improved
and
that
in
this
way
people
would
be
relieved
of
their
most
immediate
worry
.
But
in
reality
,
behind
these
harmless
remarks
,
a
wild
hope
was
also
raging
,
to
such
an
extent
that
the
townspeople
would
sometimes
become
aware
of
it
and
then
hastened
to
state
that
in
any
event
deliverance
would
not
be
coming
in
a
few
days
.
And
,
in
truth
,
the
plague
did
not
end
in
a
few
days
,
but
it
did
appear
to
be
weakening
faster
than
one
could
reasonably
hope
.
In
the
first
days
of
January
,
the
cold
set
in
with
unaccustomed
persistence
and
seemed
to
crystallize
above
the
town
.
Yet
the
sky
had
never
been
so
blue
.
For
whole
days
on
end
,
its
immutable
and
icy
splendour
bathed
our
town
with
uninterrupted
light
.
In
this
purified
air
,
the
plague
,
in
successive
falls
over
three
weeks
,
seemed
to
be
playing
itself
out
in
the
smaller
and
smaller
lines
of
corpses
that
it
produced
.
In
a
short
space
of
time
it
lost
almost
all
the
strength
that
it
had
taken
months
to
build
up
.
When
one
saw
it
miss
clearly
designated
prey
,
such
as
Grand
or
Rieux
’
s
young
woman
,
get
worse
in
some
districts
for
two
or
three
days
while
it
vanished
entirely
from
others
,
increase
the
number
of
its
victims
on
Monday
,
then
on
Wednesday
let
almost
all
of
them
escape
…
seeing
it
in
this
way
slip
back
exhausted
or
rush
forward
,
one
could
have
thought
that
it
was
falling
apart
with
weariness
and
irritation
and
that
it
was
losing
not
only
its
control
over
itself
,
but
the
sovereign
,
mathematical
efficiency
that
had
been
its
strength
.
Castel
’
s
serum
suddenly
achieved
a
string
of
successes
it
had
not
previously
achieved
.
All
the
measures
taken
by
the
doctors
,
which
had
previously
produced
no
beneficial
result
,
seemed
suddenly
to
be
effective
.
It
appeared
that
the
plague
in
its
turn
had
been
tricked
and
that
its
sudden
weakness
had
given
strength
to
the
previously
blunt
weapons
used
against
it
.
From
time
to
time
,
though
,
the
disease
stiffened
and
,
in
a
sort
of
blind
thrust
,
carried
off
three
or
four
patients
who
were
expected
to
recover
.
These
were
the
unfortunates
of
the
plague
,
those
whom
it
killed
when
hope
was
high
.
This
was
the
case
of
Judge
Othon
,
who
had
to
be
evacuated
from
the
quarantine
camp
,
and
Tarrou
said
of
him
that
he
had
not
had
any
luck
,
though
one
could
not
tell
if
he
was
thinking
there
of
the
examining
magistrate
’
s
life
or
his
death
.
But
,
on
the
whole
,
the
infection
was
retreating
all
along
the
line
and
the
communiqués
from
the
Prefecture
,
which
at
first
gave
rise
to
some
timid
and
secret
hopes
,
eventually
confirmed
the
public
in
the
conviction
that
victory
was
won
and
that
the
disease
was
abandoning
its
position
.
In
reality
,
it
was
hard
to
decide
whether
this
was
a
victory
or
not
.
All
one
could
do
was
to
observe
that
the
sickness
seemed
to
be
going
as
it
had
arrived
.
The
strategy
being
used
against
it
had
not
changed
;
it
had
been
ineffective
yesterday
,
and
now
it
was
apparently
successful
.
One
merely
had
the
feeling
that
the
disease
had
exhausted
itself
,
or
perhaps
that
it
was
retiring
after
achieving
all
its
objectives
.
In
a
sense
,
its
role
was
completed
.
None
the
less
,
one
would
have
said
that
nothing
had
changed
in
the
town
.
The
streets
,
still
silent
by
day
,
were
invaded
in
the
evenings
by
the
same
crowd
,
now
predominantly
in
overcoats
and
scarves
.
The
cinemas
and
cafes
did
the
same
amount
of
business
.
But
when
one
looked
more
closely
,
one
saw
that
the
faces
were
more
relaxed
and
occasionally
smiled
.
And
this
brought
home
the
fact
that
before
this
no
one
used
to
smile
in
the
street
.
