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When
Rieux
reached
his
old
patient
,
night
had
already
swallowed
the
whole
sky
.
From
the
bedroom
you
could
hear
the
distant
sounds
of
freedom
and
the
old
man
went
on
sorting
his
chick
-
peas
with
equanimity
.
"
They
’
re
right
to
enjoy
themselves
,
"
he
said
.
"
It
takes
all
sorts
.
And
what
’
s
happened
to
your
colleague
,
doctor
?
"
They
could
hear
explosions
,
but
harmless
ones
,
children
letting
off
firecrackers
.
"
He
’
s
dead
,
"
said
the
doctor
,
listening
to
the
grumbling
chest
.
"
Oh
!
"
said
the
old
man
,
somewhat
lost
for
words
.
"
He
died
of
the
plague
,
"
Rieux
added
.
"
Yes
,
"
the
old
man
agreed
after
a
pause
.
"
The
best
go
.
That
’
s
life
.
But
he
was
a
man
who
knew
what
he
wanted
.
"
"
What
makes
you
say
that
?
"
asked
the
doctor
,
putting
away
his
stethoscope
.
"
No
reason
.
He
didn
’
t
talk
just
for
the
sake
of
it
.
I
liked
him
.
But
that
’
s
how
it
is
.
Other
people
say
:
"
It
’
s
the
plague
,
we
’
ve
had
the
plague
.
"
Next
thing
,
they
’
ll
be
wanting
a
medal
.
But
what
does
it
mean
,
the
plague
?
It
’
s
life
,
that
’
s
all
.
"
"
Make
sure
you
have
your
inhalations
regularly
.
"
