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Rieux
nodded
,
caught
hold
of
a
little
boy
who
had
collided
with
his
legs
and
gently
stood
him
back
on
his
feet
.
They
carried
on
as
far
as
the
parade
-
ground
.
The
branches
of
fig
trees
and
palms
hung
motionless
,
grey
with
dust
,
around
a
statue
of
the
Republic
,
dirty
and
grimed
.
They
stopped
under
this
monument
.
Rieux
stamped
his
shoes
,
which
were
covered
with
a
whitish
film
,
one
after
another
on
the
ground
.
He
looked
at
Rambert
.
With
his
felt
hat
pushed
a
little
back
on
his
head
,
his
shirt
collar
unbuttoned
under
his
tie
,
and
badly
shaved
,
the
journalist
looked
morose
and
stubborn
.
"
Believe
me
,
I
understand
you
,
"
Rieux
said
at
length
.
"
But
you
’
ve
got
it
wrong
.
I
can
’
t
give
you
such
a
certificate
because
I
do
not
in
fact
know
if
you
have
the
disease
and
because
,
even
if
I
did
,
I
could
not
guarantee
that
between
the
moment
when
you
left
my
surgery
and
the
one
when
you
entered
the
Prefecture
,
you
would
not
be
infected
.
And
even
if
…
"
"
And
even
if
?
"
asked
Rambert
.
"
Even
if
I
did
give
you
this
certificate
,
it
would
be
of
no
use
to
you
.
"
"
Why
?
"
"
Because
there
are
thousands
of
men
in
this
town
in
your
situation
and
they
cannot
be
allowed
to
leave
.
"
"
But
what
if
they
themselves
don
’
t
have
the
plague
?
"
"
That
’
s
not
a
good
enough
reason
.
I
know
very
well
that
this
whole
business
is
stupid
,
but
we
are
all
involved
.
We
must
accept
things
as
they
are
.
"
"
But
I
don
’
t
belong
here
!
"
