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Skirmishes
at
the
gates
,
in
the
course
of
which
the
gendarmes
had
to
use
their
weapons
,
created
a
vague
atmosphere
of
unrest
.
People
had
certainly
been
wounded
,
but
in
town
there
was
talk
of
deaths
,
everything
there
being
exaggerated
by
the
effects
of
heat
and
fear
.
In
any
case
,
it
is
true
to
say
that
discontent
continued
to
grow
and
that
the
authorities
feared
the
worst
,
seriously
considering
what
measures
were
to
be
taken
in
the
event
of
the
inhabitants
of
our
town
turning
to
revolt
if
the
pestilence
continued
to
hang
over
them
.
The
newspapers
published
decrees
repeating
the
prohibition
against
going
out
and
threatening
the
disobedient
with
prison
.
Patrols
scoured
the
town
.
Often
,
in
empty
,
over
-
heated
streets
,
one
would
see
mounted
police
,
after
first
hearing
the
sound
of
their
horses
’
hoofs
on
the
paved
roadway
,
passing
between
rows
of
closed
windows
.
Once
the
patrol
had
vanished
,
a
heavy
,
suspicious
silence
fell
over
the
threatened
town
.
Every
now
and
then
there
was
the
sound
of
gunfire
from
the
special
teams
whose
job
it
was
,
under
a
recent
regulation
,
to
kill
cats
and
dogs
which
might
pass
on
fleas
.
These
sharp
discharges
helped
to
create
an
atmosphere
of
alarm
in
the
town
.
In
the
terrified
minds
of
our
fellow
-
citizens
,
and
in
the
heat
and
silence
,
everything
became
more
important
.
For
the
first
time
,
all
of
us
became
aware
of
the
colours
of
the
sky
and
the
smells
of
the
earth
which
mark
the
passage
of
the
seasons
.
Each
person
realized
with
anxiety
that
warmth
would
favour
the
epidemic
and
,
at
the
same
time
,
each
one
saw
that
summer
was
settling
in
.
The
call
of
the
swifts
in
the
evening
sky
became
sharper
above
the
town
,
and
the
sky
itself
had
grown
too
small
for
those
dusks
of
June
that
push
back
the
horizon
in
our
country
.
In
the
markets
the
flowers
no
longer
arrived
as
buds
but
were
already
blooming
,
and
,
after
the
morning
sale
,
their
petals
littered
the
dusty
pavements
.
It
was
clear
to
see
that
spring
had
exhausted
itself
,
giving
of
its
bounty
in
the
thousands
of
flowers
to
be
seen
everywhere
around
,
and
that
now
it
was
going
to
fade
away
,
slowly
crushed
beneath
the
double
weight
of
the
plague
and
the
heat
.
This
summer
sky
and
these
streets
paling
beneath
the
colours
of
dust
and
boredom
had
the
same
sinister
meaning
for
everyone
as
the
hundred
additional
deaths
that
weighed
daily
upon
the
town
.
This
incessant
sunshine
,
this
season
with
its
flavour
of
sleep
and
holidays
,
no
longer
invited
one
to
the
pleasures
of
water
and
the
body
,
as
they
once
had
.
On
the
contrary
,
in
the
silent
,
enclosed
town
,
they
gave
a
hollow
sound
.
They
had
lost
the
resonant
shine
of
happier
times
.
The
plague
sun
extinguished
all
colours
and
drove
away
all
joy
.
This
was
one
of
the
profound
changes
brought
about
by
the
epidemic
.
Normally
,
all
our
fellow
-
citizens
rejoiced
at
the
coming
of
summer
.
The
town
used
to
open
itself
towards
the
sea
and
spill
its
young
people
out
on
to
the
beaches
.
This
summer
,
however
,
the
nearby
sea
was
out
of
bounds
and
the
body
no
longer
had
the
right
to
enjoy
it
.
In
these
circumstances
,
what
could
one
do
?
Once
more
,
Tarrou
was
the
person
who
gave
the
most
accurate
picture
of
our
life
as
it
was
then
.
Naturally
he
was
following
the
course
of
the
plague
in
general
,
accurately
observing
that
a
turning
point
in
the
epidemic
was
marked
by
the
radio
no
longer
announcing
some
hundreds
of
deaths
per
week
,
but
92
,
107
and
120
deaths
a
day
.
"
The
newspapers
and
the
authorities
are
engaged
in
a
battle
of
wits
with
the
plague
.
They
think
that
they
are
scoring
points
against
it
,
because
130
is
a
lower
figure
than
910
.
"
He
would
also
note
the
touching
or
impressive
aspects
of
the
epidemic
,
like
the
woman
who
,
in
an
empty
district
,
with
closed
shutters
,
had
suddenly
thrown
open
a
window
above
her
and
let
out
two
great
cries
before
pulling
the
shutters
closed
again
on
the
deep
shadows
of
her
room
.
In
addition
,
he
pointed
out
that
peppermints
had
vanished
from
chemists
’
shops
because
a
lot
of
people
sucked
them
as
a
defence
against
infection
.
And
he
continued
to
observe
his
favourite
characters
.
He
learned
that
the
little
old
man
with
the
cats
was
experiencing
a
tragedy
of
his
own
.
What
had
happened
was
that
one
morning
some
shots
had
rung
out
and
,
as
Tarrou
described
it
,
splinters
of
lead
had
killed
most
of
the
cats
and
terrorized
the
rest
,
who
left
the
street
.
That
same
evening
,
the
little
old
man
had
gone
out
onto
his
balcony
at
the
usual
time
,
shown
some
indication
of
surprise
,
leant
over
to
look
up
and
down
the
street
and
then
settled
down
to
wait
.
His
hand
tapped
lightly
against
the
railing
of
the
balcony
.
He
waited
a
bit
longer
,
tore
up
a
piece
of
paper
,
went
back
inside
,
came
out
again
,
then
,
after
a
while
,
suddenly
vanished
,
slamming
his
french
windows
angrily
behind
him
.
In
the
days
that
followed
,
the
same
scene
was
repeated
,
but
you
could
read
clearer
and
clearer
signs
of
sadness
and
dismay
on
the
face
of
the
old
man
.
When
a
week
had
gone
by
,
Tarrou
waited
in
vain
for
his
daily
appearance
,
but
the
windows
remained
obstinately
closed
against
a
very
understandable
feeling
of
grief
.
"
In
times
of
plague
,
it
is
forbidden
to
spit
at
cats
,
"
was
what
Tarrou
’
s
notebooks
concluded
.
On
the
other
hand
,
when
Tarrou
came
back
in
the
evening
he
was
always
sure
to
meet
the
sombre
figure
of
the
night
-
watchman
walking
up
and
down
in
the
hall
.
The
man
never
ceased
to
remind
everyone
that
he
had
foreseen
what
was
happening
.
Tarrou
would
acknowledge
that
he
had
heard
him
predict
a
misfortune
,
but
would
remind
him
of
his
idea
that
it
would
be
an
earthquake
,
to
which
the
old
watchman
would
reply
:
"
Ah
!
If
only
it
had
been
an
earthquake
!
A
good
shake
and
that
’
s
it
…
One
counts
the
dead
,
one
counts
the
living
and
the
whole
thing
’
s
over
and
done
with
.
But
this
rotten
bastard
of
a
disease
!
Even
those
who
don
’
t
have
it
,
carry
it
in
their
hearts
.
"
The
hotel
manager
was
no
less
overcome
by
it
all
.
At
the
beginning
,
travellers
who
were
unable
to
leave
the
town
were
kept
in
the
hotel
by
the
closing
of
the
gates
.
But
little
by
little
,
as
the
epidemic
continued
,
many
of
them
chose
to
stay
with
friends
.
So
now
the
same
reasons
that
had
filled
all
the
rooms
in
the
hotel
kept
them
empty
,
since
no
new
travellers
were
arriving
in
town
.
Tarrou
remained
one
of
the
few
tenants
and
the
manager
never
let
slip
an
opportunity
to
remind
him
that
,
were
it
not
for
his
eagerness
to
please
his
last
customers
,
he
would
have
closed
the
place
long
ago
.
He
often
asked
Tarrou
to
estimate
the
probable
length
of
the
epidemic
:
"
They
say
"
,
Tarrou
noted
,
"
that
cold
is
unfavourable
to
this
sort
of
illness
.
"
The
manager
was
appalled
:
"
But
it
’
s
never
really
cold
here
,
Monsieur
.
In
any
case
,
it
would
mean
waiting
for
several
months
more
.
"
Quite
apart
from
that
,
he
was
sure
that
travellers
would
take
a
long
time
to
come
back
to
the
town
.
This
plague
was
the
ruination
of
tourism
.
In
the
restaurant
,
M
.
Othon
,
the
owl
man
,
reappeared
,
but
only
followed
by
his
two
performing
dogs
.
After
enquiry
it
was
learned
that
the
wife
had
cared
for
and
buried
her
own
mother
,
and
was
now
in
quarantine
.
