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At
a
time
when
the
noise
grew
louder
and
more
joyful
,
Tarrou
stopped
.
A
shape
was
running
lightly
across
the
dark
street
.
It
was
a
cat
,
the
first
that
had
been
seen
since
the
spring
.
It
stopped
for
a
moment
in
the
middle
of
the
road
,
hesitated
,
licked
its
paw
,
quickly
passed
it
across
its
right
ear
,
then
carried
on
its
silent
way
and
vanished
into
the
night
.
Tarrou
smiled
.
The
little
old
man
,
too
,
would
be
happy
.
*
*
*
However
,
at
the
moment
when
the
plague
seemed
to
be
moving
away
to
return
to
the
unknown
lair
from
which
it
had
silently
emerged
,
there
was
at
least
one
person
in
the
town
who
was
thrown
into
a
state
of
consternation
by
this
departure
,
namely
Cottard
(
if
one
is
to
believe
Tarrou
’
s
notebooks
)
.
As
it
happens
,
these
notebooks
become
quite
peculiar
from
the
time
when
the
figures
start
to
fall
.
Perhaps
because
of
tiredness
,
the
writing
becomes
hard
to
read
and
the
writer
hops
too
often
from
one
subject
to
another
.
Moreover
,
for
the
first
time
the
notebooks
abandon
objectivity
and
make
way
for
personal
considerations
.
Consequently
,
in
the
midst
of
quite
long
passages
about
the
case
of
Cottard
,
one
finds
a
little
report
on
the
old
man
and
the
cats
.
According
to
Tarrou
,
the
plague
had
done
nothing
to
diminish
his
respect
for
this
character
,
who
interested
him
no
less
after
the
epidemic
than
he
had
done
before
,
but
unfortunately
he
could
not
continue
to
interest
him
,
even
though
his
,
Tarrou
’
s
,
goodwill
was
not
in
doubt
.
Because
he
had
tried
to
see
him
again
.
A
few
days
after
the
evening
of
January
25
,
he
had
stationed
himself
at
the
corner
of
the
little
street
.
The
cats
were
there
,
as
appointed
,
warming
themselves
in
patches
of
sun
.
But
at
the
usual
time
the
shutters
remained
obstinately
closed
.
Over
the
following
days
Tarrou
never
saw
them
open
again
.
Oddly
,
he
had
decided
that
the
old
man
was
either
annoyed
or
dead
,
and
that
if
he
was
annoyed
,
then
he
thought
he
was
in
the
right
and
that
the
plague
had
done
him
wrong
;
but
if
he
was
dead
,
then
one
must
wonder
—
as
one
did
about
the
old
asthmatic
—
whether
he
was
a
saint
.
Tarrou
did
not
think
so
,
but
considered
that
there
was
,
in
the
case
of
the
old
man
,
a
"
sign
"
.
"
Perhaps
"
,
the
notebooks
observe
,
"
one
can
only
conclude
at
some
approximation
to
sainthood
.
In
that
case
,
we
shall
just
have
to
be
content
with
a
form
of
modest
and
charitable
Satanism
.
"
Still
mixed
in
with
observations
about
Cottard
one
also
finds
in
the
notebooks
many
remarks
,
often
scattered
,
some
of
which
concern
Grand
,
who
was
now
convalescent
and
had
gone
back
to
work
as
though
nothing
had
happened
,
and
others
among
them
refer
to
Dr
Rieux
’
s
mother
.
The
few
conversations
that
Tarrou
had
had
with
her
while
living
under
the
same
roof
,
the
attitudes
of
the
old
woman
,
her
smile
and
her
views
on
the
plague
are
scrupulously
noted
down
.
Most
of
all
,
Tarrou
emphasized
Mme
Rieux
’
s
reticence
,
her
habit
of
expressing
everything
in
simple
sentences
,
and
the
particular
affection
which
she
showed
for
one
particular
window
overlooking
the
quiet
street
,
behind
which
she
would
sit
in
the
evening
,
quite
upright
,
her
hands
at
rest
and
her
eyes
alert
until
dusk
entered
the
room
and
turned
her
into
a
black
shadow
in
the
grey
light
that
gradually
spread
around
her
,
dissolving
the
motionless
silhouette
.
He
noted
too
the
lightness
of
her
step
as
she
went
from
one
room
to
another
,
her
goodness
,
of
which
she
had
never
given
any
actual
proof
to
Tarrou
but
which
shone
through
everything
she
did
or
said
,
and
finally
on
the
fact
that
,
according
to
him
,
she
knew
everything
without
thinking
about
it
,
and
that
with
so
much
silence
and
shadow
she
could
withstand
any
light
,
including
that
of
the
plague
.
Here
Tarrou
’
s
writing
gave
peculiar
signs
of
failing
.
The
lines
that
followed
were
hard
to
read
and
,
as
though
to
give
a
new
proof
of
this
weakness
,
the
last
words
were
the
first
that
were
personal
:
"
My
mother
was
like
that
,
I
liked
the
same
self
-
effacement
in
her
and
she
is
the
one
I
always
wanted
to
be
with
.
Eight
years
ago
,
I
cannot
say
that
she
died
.
She
simply
faded
away
a
little
more
than
usual
and
,
when
I
turned
round
,
she
was
no
longer
there
.
"
But
we
must
return
to
Cottard
.
Since
the
figures
had
started
to
fall
he
had
made
several
visits
to
Rieux
,
on
various
pretexts
.
But
when
it
came
down
to
it
what
he
wanted
each
time
was
to
ask
Rieux
for
his
prediction
about
the
development
of
the
epidemic
.
"
Do
you
think
it
can
stop
just
like
that
,
suddenly
,
without
warning
?
"
He
was
sceptical
on
this
point
,
or
at
least
claimed
to
be
.
But
the
further
questions
that
he
asked
seemed
to
indicate
less
solid
convictions
.
In
mid
-
January
Rieux
had
answered
quite
optimistically
and
on
every
occasion
these
replies
,
instead
of
filling
Cottard
with
joy
,
had
produced
reactions
which
varied
from
day
to
day
,
but
which
ranged
from
bad
temper
to
depression
.
Subsequently
,
the
doctor
came
to
say
that
despite
the
favourable
signs
in
the
statistics
,
it
would
be
better
not
to
claim
victory
yet
.
"
In
other
words
,
"
Cottard
said
,
"
we
don
’
t
know
anything
.
It
might
resume
from
one
day
to
the
next
?
"
