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"
Well
,
now
,
"
he
said
.
"
Perhaps
we
should
make
up
our
minds
to
call
this
disease
by
its
proper
name
.
So
far
,
we
have
been
kicking
our
heels
.
But
come
with
me
,
I
have
to
go
to
the
laboratory
.
"
"
Yes
,
yes
,
"
Grand
said
,
coming
downstairs
after
the
doctor
.
"
We
must
call
things
by
their
proper
name
.
But
what
is
the
name
?
"
"
I
can
’
t
tell
you
.
In
any
case
,
it
would
be
no
use
to
you
.
"
"
You
see
,
"
the
man
said
.
"
It
isn
’
t
that
easy
.
"
They
went
in
the
direction
of
the
parade
-
ground
.
Cottard
was
still
not
saying
anything
.
The
streets
started
to
fill
with
people
.
The
fleeting
dusk
that
we
have
in
our
country
was
already
giving
way
to
night
and
the
first
stars
had
appeared
on
a
still
clear
horizon
.
A
few
seconds
later
the
lamps
above
the
streets
lit
up
and
blocked
out
the
sky
.
The
sound
of
conversations
seemed
to
rise
a
tone
.
"
Excuse
me
,
"
Grand
said
at
the
corner
of
the
parade
-
ground
.
"
I
have
to
catch
my
tram
.
My
evenings
are
sacred
.
As
they
say
where
"
I
come
from
:
"
One
should
never
put
off
until
tomorrow
…
"
Rieux
had
already
noted
this
habit
that
Grand
had
of
quoting
sayings
from
his
part
of
the
country
—
he
was
born
in
Montélimar
—
and
then
adding
some
cliché
that
came
from
nowhere
in
particular
,
like
"
a
peach
of
an
evening
"
or
"
fairytale
lights
"
.
"
Now
there
,
"
said
Cottard
,
"
that
’
s
true
.
Nothing
can
drag
him
away
from
home
after
dinner
.
"
Rieux
asked
Grand
if
he
was
doing
some
work
for
the
Hôtel
de
Ville
;
Grand
answered
no
,
he
was
working
for
himself
.
