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Then
,
for
the
first
time
since
Rieux
had
known
him
,
he
began
to
talk
freely
.
Though
he
still
had
to
hunt
for
his
words
,
he
almost
always
managed
to
find
them
,
as
though
he
had
been
thinking
about
what
he
was
saying
for
a
long
time
.
He
had
got
married
very
young
to
a
young
girl
of
poor
family
from
his
neighbourhood
.
He
had
even
interrupted
his
studies
and
taken
a
job
so
that
he
could
get
married
.
Neither
Jeanne
nor
he
ever
went
outside
their
part
of
town
.
He
would
go
and
see
her
at
home
,
and
Jeanne
’
s
parents
would
laugh
a
little
at
this
silent
,
awkward
suitor
.
Her
father
was
a
railway
worker
.
When
he
was
resting
,
you
could
always
see
him
sitting
in
a
corner
by
the
window
,
thoughtful
,
watching
the
comings
and
goings
in
the
street
,
his
huge
hands
flat
on
his
thighs
.
The
mother
was
always
busy
around
the
house
,
where
Jeanne
would
help
her
.
She
was
so
tiny
that
Grand
could
not
see
her
cross
a
street
without
feeling
afraid
for
her
:
at
such
times
,
the
vehicles
seemed
disproportionately
large
.
One
day
Jeanne
was
looking
with
wonderment
at
a
shop
window
decorated
for
Christmas
.
She
turned
to
him
and
said
:
"
Isn
’
t
it
lovely
!
"
He
squeezed
her
hand
.
That
’
s
how
they
decided
to
marry
.
The
rest
of
the
story
,
Grand
said
,
was
very
simple
.
This
is
how
it
is
for
everyone
:
you
get
married
,
you
stay
in
love
for
a
little
while
and
you
work
.
You
work
so
much
that
you
forget
to
love
.
Jeanne
worked
too
,
because
the
head
of
his
department
’
s
promises
were
not
kept
.
Here
it
took
some
imagination
to
grasp
what
Grand
meant
.
Partly
because
of
tiredness
,
he
had
let
himself
go
,
he
had
become
more
and
more
silent
and
he
had
not
convinced
his
young
wife
that
she
was
loved
.
A
working
man
,
poverty
,
a
narrowing
of
possibilities
,
the
silent
evenings
around
the
table
:
there
is
no
place
for
passion
in
such
a
universe
.
Jeanne
must
surely
have
suffered
.
Even
so
,
she
stayed
:
one
can
sometimes
suffer
for
a
long
time
without
knowing
it
.
The
years
went
by
.
Later
on
,
she
left
.
Of
course
she
did
not
leave
by
herself
.
"
I
have
been
very
fond
of
you
,
but
now
I
am
tired
…
I
am
not
happy
to
go
away
,
but
one
does
not
need
to
be
happy
to
start
again
.
"
That
,
broadly
speaking
,
is
what
she
wrote
to
him
.
Joseph
Grand
suffered
in
his
turn
.
He
could
have
started
again
,
as
Rieux
pointed
out
to
him
.
But
,
you
see
,
he
didn
’
t
believe
in
it
.
Quite
simply
,
he
still
thought
about
her
.
What
he
would
have
liked
was
to
have
written
her
a
letter
justifying
himself
.
"
But
it
’
s
hard
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
ve
been
thinking
about
it
for
a
long
time
.
As
long
as
we
were
in
love
,
we
understood
one
another
without
words
.
But
one
is
not
always
in
love
.
At
a
certain
moment
I
ought
to
have
found
the
words
that
would
have
kept
her
,
but
I
couldn
’
t
.
"
Grand
blew
his
nose
in
a
sort
of
chequered
napkin
;
then
he
wiped
his
moustache
.
Rieux
looked
at
him
.
"
Excuse
me
doctor
,
"
the
old
man
said
.
"
But
—
how
can
I
put
it
?
I
trust
you
.
With
you
,
I
can
talk
.
And
then
I
give
way
to
my
feelings
.
"
Grand
,
quite
clearly
,
was
a
hundred
miles
from
the
plague
.
That
evening
Rieux
telegraphed
his
wife
that
the
town
was
shut
,
that
he
was
well
,
that
she
should
go
on
looking
after
herself
and
that
he
was
thinking
about
her
.
Three
weeks
after
the
closing
of
the
gates
Rieux
came
out
of
the
hospital
to
find
a
young
man
waiting
for
him
.
