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"
A
madman
,
"
said
Grand
.
Rieux
,
who
had
just
taken
his
arm
to
lead
him
forward
,
felt
that
the
clerk
was
trembling
with
annoyance
.
"
Soon
there
will
only
be
mad
people
in
our
town
,
"
Rieux
said
.
Partly
because
he
was
tired
,
his
throat
felt
dry
.
"
Let
’
s
have
a
drink
.
"
In
the
thick
,
reddish
atmosphere
of
the
little
cafe
that
they
entered
,
lit
by
a
single
lamp
above
the
counter
,
people
were
talking
in
low
voices
,
for
no
obvious
reason
.
To
Rieux
’
s
surprise
,
when
they
got
to
the
counter
Grand
ordered
a
glass
of
brandy
which
he
drank
in
a
single
gulp
,
saying
that
it
was
strong
.
Then
he
wanted
to
leave
.
Outside
it
seemed
to
Rieux
that
the
night
was
full
of
sighing
and
moaning
.
Somewhere
in
the
black
sky
above
the
street
lights
a
dull
whistle
reminded
him
of
the
invisible
scourge
endlessly
stirring
in
the
warm
air
.
"
Luckily
,
luckily
…
,
"
Grand
said
.
Rieux
wondered
what
he
meant
.
"
Luckily
,
"
the
other
man
said
,
"
I
have
my
work
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Rieux
.
"
It
does
help
.
"
