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Mme
Rieux
got
up
,
put
aside
her
knitting
and
went
over
to
the
bed
.
For
some
time
now
Tarrou
’
s
eyes
had
been
closed
.
The
sweat
had
left
the
hair
in
curls
on
his
hard
forehead
.
Mme
Rieux
sighed
and
the
sick
man
opened
his
eyes
.
He
saw
the
kind
face
leaning
towards
him
and
,
beneath
the
waves
of
fever
,
the
dogged
smile
appeared
once
more
.
But
the
eyes
closed
again
immediately
.
When
he
was
alone
Rieux
took
over
the
chair
that
his
mother
had
just
left
.
The
street
was
soundless
and
the
silence
was
now
complete
.
The
cold
of
morning
had
started
to
make
itself
felt
in
the
room
.
The
doctor
dozed
off
,
but
the
first
wagon
of
dawn
roused
him
.
He
shuddered
and
,
looking
at
Tarrou
,
realized
that
there
had
been
a
pause
and
that
the
sick
man
was
also
sleeping
.
The
wood
and
iron
wheels
of
the
horse
-
drawn
wagon
could
be
heard
fading
into
the
distance
.
Outside
the
window
,
it
was
still
dark
.
When
the
doctor
went
over
to
the
bed
Tarrou
was
looking
at
him
with
expressionless
eyes
,
as
though
still
on
the
side
of
sleep
.
"
You
did
sleep
,
didn
’
t
you
?
"
Rieux
asked
.
"
Yes
.
"
"
Are
you
breathing
more
easily
?
"
"
A
little
.
Does
that
mean
something
?
"
Rieux
paused
,
then
said
:
"
No
,
Tarrou
,
it
doesn
’
t
mean
anything
.
You
know
about
the
morning
remission
as
well
as
I
do
.
"
Tarrou
nodded
in
approval
.
"
Thank
you
,
"
he
said
.
"
Always
answer
me
precisely
.
"
