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Indeed
,
in
a
short
while
,
when
it
became
obvious
that
no
one
would
manage
to
get
out
of
the
town
,
we
thought
to
ask
if
those
who
had
left
before
the
start
of
the
epidemic
could
be
allowed
to
return
.
After
a
few
days
’
consideration
,
the
Prefecture
replied
in
the
affirmative
.
But
it
added
that
these
returnees
could
not
under
any
circumstances
go
back
out
of
the
town
,
and
that
while
they
were
free
to
come
in
,
they
would
not
be
free
to
leave
again
.
Here
again
,
a
few
families
—
though
very
few
—
took
an
optimistic
view
of
the
situation
and
invited
their
relatives
to
take
advantage
of
this
opportunity
,
sacrificing
caution
in
their
wish
to
be
reunited
with
them
.
Very
soon
,
however
,
those
who
were
prisoners
of
the
plague
realized
the
danger
to
which
they
were
exposing
their
loved
ones
and
resigned
themselves
to
enduring
separation
.
At
the
worst
point
in
the
epidemic
,
we
saw
only
one
case
where
human
feelings
proved
stronger
than
the
fear
of
a
horrible
death
.
This
was
not
,
as
you
might
imagine
,
a
case
of
two
young
lovers
induced
to
put
love
before
suffering
.
It
was
old
Dr
Castel
and
his
wife
,
who
had
been
married
for
many
years
.
A
few
days
before
the
outbreak
,
Mme
Castel
had
travelled
to
a
nearby
town
.
Theirs
was
not
even
one
of
those
marriages
which
offer
the
world
a
picture
of
exemplary
happiness
and
the
narrator
is
in
a
position
to
say
that
in
all
probability
the
couple
had
not
up
to
this
point
been
sure
that
they
were
happy
in
their
relationship
.
But
a
sudden
and
prolonged
separation
had
convinced
them
that
they
could
not
live
apart
and
,
in
the
light
of
this
startling
revelation
,
the
plague
was
a
small
thing
.
Theirs
was
an
exceptional
case
.
In
most
cases
it
was
clear
that
separation
was
to
end
only
with
the
end
of
the
epidemic
.
And
for
all
of
us
,
the
feeling
that
governed
our
lives
and
which
,
none
the
less
,
we
thought
we
knew
well
—
as
has
already
been
said
,
the
Oranais
have
simple
passions
—
took
on
a
fresh
appearance
.
Husbands
and
lovers
who
had
the
greatest
confidence
in
their
partners
found
themselves
becoming
jealous
.
Men
who
thought
they
were
frivolous
in
love
found
themselves
loyal
.
Sons
,
who
had
lived
close
to
their
mothers
and
barely
looked
at
them
,
instilled
all
their
anxiety
and
longing
into
a
line
on
her
face
that
haunted
their
memories
.
This
abrupt
separation
,
without
any
halfway
state
and
with
no
predictable
future
,
left
us
disconcerted
,
unable
to
react
against
the
memory
of
that
presence
,
still
so
close
,
yet
already
so
far
away
,
that
now
filled
our
days
.
In
reality
,
we
suffered
doubly
:
from
our
own
suffering
first
and
then
from
what
we
imagined
to
be
that
of
the
absent
loved
one
,
whether
son
,
spouse
or
lover
.
In
other
circumstances
the
people
of
the
town
would
have
found
an
outlet
in
a
more
external
or
more
active
life
.
But
at
the
same
time
the
plague
left
them
idle
,
reduced
to
wandering
round
and
round
in
their
mournful
town
,
day
after
day
,
engaged
only
in
illusory
games
of
memory
;
for
in
their
aimless
walks
it
was
likely
that
they
would
always
pass
along
the
same
paths
,
and
,
more
often
than
not
,
in
such
a
small
town
these
paths
were
precisely
the
ones
that
in
earlier
times
they
had
taken
with
their
absent
loved
ones
.
Thus
,
the
first
thing
that
the
plague
brought
to
our
fellow
-
citizens
was
exile
.
The
narrator
is
persuaded
that
he
can
set
down
here
,
in
the
name
of
everyone
,
what
he
then
felt
,
since
he
experienced
it
at
the
same
time
as
many
of
his
fellows
.
Yes
,
that
hollow
that
we
carried
constantly
inside
us
,
that
precise
emotion
,
that
unreasonable
desire
to
go
backwards
or
,
on
the
contrary
,
to
speed
up
the
march
of
time
,
those
burning
arrows
of
memory
—
all
this
really
did
amount
to
a
feeling
of
exile
.
If
sometimes
we
gave
in
to
our
imaginations
and
indulged
in
waiting
for
the
ring
of
the
homecoming
bell
or
a
familiar
step
on
the
stair
,
if
at
such
moments
we
allowed
ourselves
to
forget
that
the
trains
were
at
a
standstill
and
if
we
then
made
sure
to
stay
indoors
at
the
time
when
,
in
normal
circumstances
,
a
traveller
returning
by
the
evening
express
might
reach
our
neighbourhood
,
these
games
,
of
course
,
could
not
go
on
for
long
.
Then
we
knew
that
our
separation
was
going
to
last
,
and
that
we
ought
to
try
to
come
to
terms
with
time
.
In
short
,
from
then
on
,
we
accepted
our
status
as
prisoners
;
we
were
reduced
to
our
past
alone
and
even
if
a
few
people
were
tempted
to
live
in
the
future
,
they
quickly
gave
it
up
,
as
far
as
possible
,
suffering
the
wounds
that
the
imagination
eventually
inflicts
on
those
who
trust
in
it
.
In
particular
,
all
of
the
people
in
our
town
very
soon
gave
up
,
even
in
public
,
whatever
habit
they
may
have
acquired
of
estimating
the
length
of
their
separation
.
Why
?
It
was
when
the
most
pessimistic
had
settled
,
say
,
on
a
figure
of
six
months
,
when
they
had
exhausted
in
advance
all
the
bitterness
of
those
months
to
come
and
raised
their
courage
to
the
level
of
this
trial
,
stretching
themselves
to
the
utmost
to
endure
such
suffering
over
such
a
long
succession
of
days
without
weakening
,
and
then
,
sometimes
,
a
chance
meeting
with
a
friend
,
a
view
expressed
in
the
newspaper
,
a
fleeting
suspicion
or
a
sudden
moment
of
foresight
,
gave
them
the
idea
that
,
after
all
,
there
was
no
reason
why
the
disease
should
not
last
more
than
six
months
,
perhaps
a
year
,
or
even
longer
.
At
that
moment
,
the
collapse
of
their
morale
,
their
will
power
and
their
patience
was
so
abrupt
that
they
felt
they
would
never
be
able
to
climb
back
out
of
their
hole
.
Consequently
,
they
forced
themselves
never
to
think
of
the
end
of
their
suffering
,
never
again
to
look
towards
the
future
and
always
,
as
it
were
,
to
keep
their
eyes
lowered
.
But
naturally
this
caution
,
this
way
of
deceiving
one
’
s
pain
and
dropping
one
’
s
guard
to
refuse
to
fight
,
was
ill
-
rewarded
.
At
the
same
time
as
avoiding
the
collapse
that
they
wished
to
avert
at
any
price
,
they
also
deprived
themselves
of
those
moments
,
actually
quite
frequent
,
when
they
might
have
forgotten
the
plague
by
imagining
their
coming
reunion
with
the
ones
they
loved
.
Hence
,
foundering
halfway
between
the
abyss
and
the
peak
,
they
drifted
rather
than
lived
,
given
up
to
aimless
days
and
sterile
memories
,
wandering
shadows
who
could
only
have
found
strength
by
resigning
themselves
to
taking
root
in
the
soil
of
their
distress
.
