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"
Outside
the
rain
was
coming
down
more
heavily
and
this
last
sentence
,
delivered
in
the
midst
of
total
silence
,
made
still
deeper
by
the
lashing
of
the
rain
on
the
cathedral
windows
,
thundered
forth
with
such
power
that
after
a
moment
’
s
hesitation
a
few
members
of
the
congregation
slipped
from
their
chairs
onto
the
prayer
stools
.
Others
felt
that
they
should
follow
their
example
,
with
the
result
that
,
from
one
to
another
,
with
no
noise
except
the
creaking
of
some
chairs
,
very
soon
the
whole
congregation
was
kneeling
down
.
At
this
,
Paneloux
drew
himself
up
,
took
a
deep
breath
and
continued
in
increasingly
emphatic
tones
:
"
if
the
plague
affects
you
now
,
this
means
that
the
time
has
come
to
reflect
.
The
just
have
no
need
to
fear
,
but
the
unjust
should
tremble
.
In
the
vast
granary
of
the
universe
,
the
implacable
flail
will
thresh
the
human
corn
until
the
chaff
is
divided
from
the
grain
.
There
will
be
more
chaff
than
grain
,
more
called
than
chosen
,
and
this
misfortune
was
not
willed
by
God
.
For
too
long
this
world
has
compromised
with
evil
;
for
too
long
it
has
relied
on
divine
mercy
.
Because
one
had
only
to
repent
,
everything
was
permitted
.
And
where
repentance
was
concerned
,
each
man
felt
he
was
strong
.
When
the
time
came
,
one
would
surely
repent
.
Until
then
,
the
easiest
course
was
to
let
oneself
go
,
and
divine
mercy
would
do
the
rest
.
Well
,
it
could
not
last
.
God
,
who
has
so
long
bent
the
face
of
pity
towards
this
town
,
is
tired
of
waiting
;
disappointed
in
His
eternal
hope
,
He
has
turned
away
His
face
.
And
we
,
deprived
of
the
light
of
God
,
will
languish
for
a
long
time
in
the
darkness
of
the
plague
!
"
Someone
in
the
hall
snorted
like
an
impatient
horse
.
After
a
short
pause
,
the
priest
carried
on
,
lowering
his
voice
:
"
One
may
read
in
the
Golden
Legend
that
at
the
time
of
King
Humbert
,
in
Lombardy
,
Italy
was
ravaged
by
a
plague
so
violent
that
there
were
hardly
enough
of
the
living
to
bury
the
dead
,
and
that
this
plague
raged
above
all
in
Rome
and
in
Pavia
.
And
a
good
angel
appeared
for
all
to
see
,
giving
orders
to
the
bad
angel
who
was
carrying
a
hunting
spear
,
and
commanding
him
to
strike
the
houses
;
and
for
as
many
blows
as
a
house
received
,
there
were
so
many
dead
that
came
out
of
it
.
"
Here
Paneloux
extended
his
two
short
arms
towards
the
west
door
as
though
pointing
to
something
behind
the
moving
curtain
of
rain
.
"
My
brethren
,
"
he
said
emphatically
.
"
The
same
mortal
hunt
is
proceeding
today
through
our
streets
.
Can
you
see
him
,
that
angel
of
the
plague
,
as
fair
as
Lucifer
and
shining
like
evil
itself
,
rising
up
above
your
rooftops
,
his
right
hand
bearing
the
red
spear
level
with
his
head
and
his
left
hand
pointing
to
one
of
your
houses
.
At
this
very
moment
,
perhaps
,
his
finger
is
stretching
towards
your
door
and
the
spear
sounding
on
the
wood
.
A
moment
later
,
and
the
plague
is
entering
your
home
,
sitting
down
in
your
room
and
awaiting
your
return
.
It
is
there
,
patient
and
watchful
,
as
sure
as
the
very
order
of
the
world
.
No
earthly
power
—
not
even
,
note
this
well
,
vain
human
science
—
can
shield
you
from
this
hand
as
it
reaches
out
to
you
.
Beaten
on
the
bloody
threshing
floor
of
pain
,
you
will
be
cast
out
with
the
chaff
.
"
Then
the
priest
expanded
even
more
on
the
poignant
image
of
the
flail
.
He
suggested
the
image
of
the
mighty
piece
of
wood
turning
above
the
town
,
striking
indiscriminately
and
returning
covered
in
blood
,
only
to
scatter
the
blood
and
human
misery
"
in
a
sowing
that
would
make
way
for
a
harvest
of
truth
"
.
At
the
end
of
this
long
development
Father
Paneloux
stopped
,
his
hair
on
his
forehead
and
his
body
shaken
by
a
tremor
that
his
hands
communicated
to
the
pulpit
;
then
he
resumed
in
a
duller
but
more
accusing
tone
:
"
Yes
,
the
hour
has
come
to
reflect
.
You
thought
that
it
was
enough
for
you
to
visit
God
on
Sunday
to
be
free
to
do
as
you
wished
for
the
rest
of
the
week
.
You
thought
that
a
few
genuflections
would
be
sufficient
compensation
for
your
criminal
lack
of
concern
.
But
God
is
not
lukewarm
.
Such
a
casual
relationship
is
not
sufficient
for
His
all
-
devouring
affection
.
He
wanted
to
see
you
longer
:
this
is
His
way
of
loving
and
,
in
truth
,
it
is
the
only
way
.
This
is
why
,
tired
of
waiting
for
you
to
come
to
Him
,
He
has
allowed
the
scourge
to
visit
you
as
it
has
visit
all
the
cities
of
sin
since
history
began
.
You
know
now
what
sin
is
,
as
Cain
and
his
sons
knew
,
those
before
the
Flood
,
those
of
Sodom
and
Gomorrah
,
Pharaoh
and
Job
and
all
the
accursed
.
And
as
they
all
did
,
now
you
have
been
looking
with
fresh
eyes
on
people
and
on
things
,
since
the
day
when
this
town
closed
its
walls
around
you
and
around
the
scourge
.
You
know
,
at
last
,
that
you
must
arrive
at
the
heart
of
the
matter
.
"
A
moist
wind
was
now
blowing
along
the
nave
and
the
candle
flames
guttered
and
bent
.
A
thick
smell
of
wax
,
coughs
,
a
yawn
rose
up
towards
Father
Paneloux
who
,
resuming
his
analysis
with
much
appreciated
subtlety
,
went
on
calmly
:
"
Many
of
you
,
I
know
,
are
starting
to
wonder
what
I
am
leading
to
.
I
want
to
bring
you
to
the
truth
and
to
teach
you
to
rejoice
,
despite
all
that
I
have
said
.
This
is
no
longer
the
time
for
advice
,
it
is
not
the
time
when
a
fraternal
hand
provided
the
means
to
steer
you
towards
goodness
.
Today
,
truth
is
an
order
,
and
it
is
a
red
spear
that
points
you
down
the
way
of
salvation
and
drives
you
towards
it
.
My
brethren
,
this
is
where
finally
divine
mercy
is
revealed
,
the
mercy
that
has
been
put
into
everything
good
as
well
as
evil
,
anger
and
pity
,
plague
and
salvation
.
This
very
scourge
that
assails
you
,
raises
you
up
and
shows
you
the
way
.
