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Tarrou
’
s
head
was
turned
towards
Mme
Rieux
.
He
was
looking
at
the
little
figure
slumped
beside
him
on
a
chair
,
her
hands
folded
on
her
lap
.
He
was
staring
at
her
with
such
intensity
that
Mme
Rieux
put
a
finger
to
her
lips
and
got
up
to
turn
off
the
bedside
lamp
.
But
the
daylight
was
rapidly
increasing
behind
the
curtains
and
shortly
afterwards
,
when
the
sick
man
’
s
face
emerged
from
the
darkness
,
Mme
Rieux
saw
that
he
was
still
looking
at
her
.
She
leant
towards
him
,
smoothed
his
pillow
and
,
getting
up
,
put
her
hand
for
a
moment
on
his
damp
,
twisted
hair
.
It
was
then
that
she
heard
a
dull
voice
,
which
appeared
to
be
coming
from
a
long
way
off
,
thank
her
and
say
that
now
everything
was
all
right
.
When
she
sat
down
again
Tarrou
had
closed
his
eyes
and
his
exhausted
face
seemed
,
in
spite
of
the
sealed
mouth
,
to
be
smiling
again
.
At
noon
the
fever
reached
it
height
.
A
sort
of
gut
cough
shook
the
patient
’
s
body
and
he
was
spitting
blood
.
The
lymph
nodes
had
stopped
swelling
:
they
were
still
there
,
hard
as
iron
screwed
into
the
joints
,
and
Rieux
decided
it
was
impossible
to
lance
them
.
In
the
intervals
between
the
fever
and
the
coughing
,
Tarrou
occasionally
looked
at
his
friends
.
But
after
a
short
while
,
his
eyes
opened
less
and
less
frequently
and
the
light
that
would
then
shine
from
his
ravaged
features
was
paler
every
time
.
The
storm
that
was
shaking
his
body
with
convulsive
shudders
was
lit
with
increasingly
infrequent
flashes
,
and
Tarrou
was
slowly
drifting
in
the
midst
of
this
tempest
.
Now
Rieux
had
in
front
of
him
just
a
still
mask
from
which
the
smile
had
faded
.
This
human
form
,
which
had
been
so
close
to
him
,
was
now
pierced
with
spears
,
burnt
up
with
a
superhuman
fire
and
twisted
by
all
the
malevolent
winds
of
the
skies
;
it
was
sinking
before
his
eyes
into
the
waters
of
the
plague
and
he
could
do
nothing
to
prevent
its
wreck
.
He
had
to
stay
on
the
shore
,
his
hands
empty
and
his
heart
wrenched
,
with
no
means
,
once
more
,
to
prevent
this
disaster
.
In
the
end
it
was
tears
of
frustration
which
stopped
Rieux
from
seeing
Tarrou
quickly
turn
towards
the
wall
and
expire
with
a
hollow
moan
as
though
,
somewhere
in
him
,
some
essential
cord
had
snapped
.
The
night
that
followed
was
not
one
of
struggle
but
of
silence
.
In
this
room
,
Rieux
,
now
dressed
,
cut
off
from
the
world
and
standing
over
this
dead
body
,
felt
the
surprising
calm
that
many
nights
ago
he
had
felt
on
the
rooftops
above
the
plague
,
after
the
attack
on
the
gates
.
Already
at
that
time
he
had
been
thinking
about
the
silence
that
rose
from
the
beds
where
he
had
left
men
to
die
.
It
was
always
the
same
pause
,
the
same
solemn
interval
,
the
same
lull
that
followed
a
battle
,
it
was
the
silence
of
defeat
.
But
in
the
case
of
the
silence
that
enfolded
his
friend
,
it
was
so
compact
,
and
harmonized
so
closely
with
the
silence
of
the
streets
and
the
town
liberated
from
the
plague
,
that
Rieux
really
felt
that
this
time
it
was
the
definitive
defeat
,
the
one
that
ends
wars
and
makes
of
peace
itself
an
irremediable
suffering
.
The
doctor
did
not
know
whether
Tarrou
in
the
end
had
found
peace
,
but
at
this
moment
at
least
,
he
thought
he
knew
that
there
would
no
longer
be
any
peace
possible
for
himself
,
any
more
than
there
is
an
armistice
for
the
mother
torn
from
her
son
or
for
the
man
who
buries
his
friend
.
Outside
it
was
the
same
cold
night
,
with
frozen
stars
in
a
clear
,
icy
sky
.
In
the
half
-
darkness
of
the
room
one
could
feel
the
cold
weighing
on
the
windowpanes
,
the
great
,
pale
breath
of
a
polar
night
.
Near
the
bed
Mme
Rieux
was
sitting
in
her
usual
attitude
,
her
right
side
lit
by
the
bedside
lamp
.
In
the
centre
of
the
room
,
far
from
the
light
,
Rieux
was
waiting
in
his
chair
.
He
remembered
his
wife
,
but
pushed
the
thought
away
each
time
it
came
.
Early
in
the
night
,
the
heels
of
passers
-
by
had
sounded
clear
in
the
chill
darkness
.
"
Have
you
taken
care
of
everything
?
"
asked
Mme
Rieux
.
"
Yes
,
I
phoned
.
"
Then
they
resumed
their
silent
watch
.
From
time
to
time
Mme
Rieux
looked
at
her
son
.
When
he
intercepted
one
of
these
looks
he
smiled
at
her
.
The
familiar
sounds
of
the
night
continued
in
the
street
.
Although
they
were
not
yet
authorized
to
do
so
,
a
lot
of
cars
were
driving
around
again
.
They
quickly
sucked
at
the
roadway
,
disappeared
,
then
later
reappeared
.
There
were
voices
,
shouts
,
returning
silence
,
a
horse
’
s
hoofs
,
two
trams
screeching
on
a
bend
,
vague
noises
,
then
once
more
the
breathing
of
the
night
.
