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Rieux
had
sat
down
beside
the
bed
.
He
felt
the
patient
’
s
legs
next
to
him
,
as
long
and
hard
as
the
limbs
of
an
effigy
on
a
tombstone
.
Tarrou
was
breathing
more
heavily
.
"
The
fever
is
going
to
come
back
,
isn
’
t
it
,
Rieux
?
"
he
said
,
breathlessly
.
"
Yes
,
but
by
midday
we
should
know
how
things
stand
.
"
Tarrou
closed
his
eyes
and
seemed
to
be
gathering
his
strength
.
There
was
a
look
of
exhaustion
on
his
face
.
He
was
waiting
for
the
fever
to
rise
from
where
it
was
already
stirring
,
somewhere
deep
inside
him
.
When
he
reopened
his
eyes
,
his
look
was
glazed
and
did
not
clear
until
he
saw
Rieux
leaning
over
the
bed
.
"
Drink
,
"
the
doctor
said
.
The
other
man
drank
and
let
his
head
fall
back
.
"
It
takes
a
long
time
,
"
he
said
.
Rieux
took
his
arm
,
but
Tarrou
,
looking
the
other
way
,
did
not
react
.
Suddenly
the
fever
visibly
swept
up
through
his
body
to
his
forehead
as
though
it
had
broken
some
inner
dyke
.
When
Tarrou
again
turned
towards
the
doctor
,
Rieux
’
s
drawn
features
had
a
look
of
encouragement
.
The
smile
that
Tarrou
again
tried
to
form
could
not
get
beyond
his
clenched
jaws
and
lips
sealed
with
whitish
foam
.
But
in
the
stiffened
face
the
eyes
still
shone
with
bright
courage
.
At
seven
o
’
clock
Mme
Rieux
came
back
into
the
room
.
The
doctor
went
into
his
consulting
-
room
to
ring
the
hospital
and
arrange
a
replacement
.
He
also
decided
to
postpone
his
consultations
and
stretched
out
on
the
couch
,
but
got
up
again
almost
immediately
and
went
back
into
the
bedroom
.
