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This
no
doubt
is
why
Dr
Rieux
felt
calm
when
the
next
morning
he
received
news
of
the
death
of
his
wife
.
He
was
in
his
consulting
-
room
.
His
mother
had
arrived
almost
at
a
run
to
bring
him
a
telegram
,
then
went
back
to
give
a
tip
to
the
messenger
boy
.
When
she
returned
her
son
was
holding
the
telegram
open
in
his
hand
.
She
looked
at
him
,
but
he
persisted
in
staring
out
of
the
window
at
a
magnificent
new
day
rising
over
the
port
.
"
Bernard
,
"
said
Mme
Rieux
.
The
doctor
looked
at
her
absent
-
mindedly
.
"
The
telegram
?
"
she
asked
.
"
That
’
s
right
,
"
he
acknowledged
.
"
A
week
ago
.
"
Mme
Rieux
turned
towards
the
window
.
The
doctor
said
nothing
.
Then
he
told
his
mother
not
to
cry
,
that
he
had
been
expecting
it
,
but
that
it
was
hard
.
Yet
even
as
he
said
this
he
knew
that
there
was
no
surprise
in
his
suffering
.
For
months
,
for
the
last
two
days
,
it
was
a
continuation
of
the
same
pain
.
*
*
*
The
gates
of
the
town
finally
opened
,
at
dawn
one
fine
February
morning
,
and
the
event
was
hailed
by
the
people
,
the
newspapers
,
the
radio
,
and
with
communiqués
from
the
Prefecture
.
It
remains
for
the
narrator
to
become
the
chronicler
of
the
hours
of
happiness
that
followed
this
opening
of
the
gates
,
even
though
he
was
among
those
who
were
not
free
to
join
in
wholeheartedly
.
Great
celebrations
were
organized
for
the
daytime
and
for
the
night
.
At
the
same
time
the
trains
began
to
let
off
steam
in
the
stations
,
while
ships
from
distant
seas
were
already
heading
for
our
port
,
marking
in
their
own
way
that
this
day
was
that
of
the
great
reunion
for
those
who
had
been
separated
.
