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Rieux
noticed
that
the
clerk
’
s
forehead
was
damp
.
"
Sit
down
"
,
Rieux
said
,
"
and
read
it
to
me
.
"
The
other
man
looked
at
him
with
a
kind
of
gratitude
.
"
Yes
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
think
I
’
d
like
to
.
"
He
waited
for
a
moment
,
still
looking
at
the
sheet
of
paper
,
then
sat
down
.
Rieux
was
listening
at
the
same
time
to
a
sort
of
vague
humming
sound
in
the
town
,
as
if
replying
to
the
whistling
flail
of
the
plague
.
At
this
particular
moment
he
had
an
extraordinarily
acute
perception
of
the
town
spread
out
at
his
feet
,
the
enclosed
world
that
it
formed
and
the
dreadful
cries
stifled
in
its
night
.
He
heard
Grand
’
s
muffled
voice
:
"
On
a
fine
morning
in
the
month
of
May
,
an
elegant
woman
was
riding
a
magnificent
sorrel
mare
through
the
flowered
avenues
of
the
Bois
de
Boulogne
.
"
Silence
returned
and
with
it
the
faint
murmuring
of
the
suffering
town
.
Grand
had
put
down
the
sheet
of
paper
,
but
was
still
staring
at
it
.
After
a
pause
,
he
looked
up
:
"
What
do
you
think
of
it
?
"
Rieux
replied
that
this
beginning
made
him
curious
to
know
what
would
follow
.
But
the
other
man
said
with
excitement
that
this
was
not
the
right
way
of
looking
at
it
.
He
slapped
the
flat
of
his
hand
down
on
the
paper
.
"
That
’
s
only
a
rough
idea
.
When
I
have
managed
to
describe
precisely
the
picture
that
I
have
in
my
imagination
,
when
my
sentence
has
the
very
same
movement
as
that
trotting
horse
,
one
-
two
-
three
,
one
-
two
-
three
,
then
the
rest
will
be
easy
and
above
all
the
illusion
will
be
such
from
the
very
start
that
it
will
be
possible
to
say
:
"
Hats
off
,
gentlemen
!
"
However
,
before
he
reached
that
point
,
there
was
still
a
lot
of
work
to
be
done
.
He
would
never
agree
to
hand
over
this
sentence
as
it
was
to
a
printer
because
,
though
from
time
to
time
he
did
feel
pleased
with
it
,
he
realized
that
it
still
did
not
entirely
accord
with
reality
and
that
,
to
some
extent
,
it
had
a
certain
facility
of
tone
that
made
it
sound
distantly
—
but
sound
,
for
all
that
—
like
a
cliché
.
At
any
rate
,
that
was
the
sense
of
what
he
was
saying
when
they
heard
some
men
running
past
below
the
window
.
Rieux
got
up
.
