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"
Probably
.
"
"
As
long
as
it
doesn
’
t
go
on
until
winter
.
That
would
be
dreary
.
"
"
Yes
,
"
said
Rieux
.
He
saw
that
his
mother
was
looking
at
his
forehead
.
He
knew
that
the
anxiety
and
overwork
of
the
past
few
days
had
lined
his
face
.
"
You
haven
’
t
had
a
good
day
,
then
?
"
said
Mme
Rieux
.
"
Oh
,
much
as
usual
.
"
As
usual
!
That
meant
that
the
new
serum
they
had
sent
from
Paris
seemed
to
be
less
effective
than
the
previous
one
and
that
the
death
-
toll
was
rising
.
There
was
still
no
possibility
of
vaccinating
with
preventive
serum
except
in
families
already
affected
by
the
disease
:
a
general
inoculation
would
have
required
industrial
quantities
.
Most
of
the
swellings
refused
to
let
themselves
be
lanced
,
as
though
the
season
had
come
for
them
to
harden
,
and
they
tormented
their
victims
.
The
previous
day
,
two
new
forms
of
the
epidemic
had
appeared
in
the
town
.
Here
the
plague
was
starting
to
affect
the
lungs
.
The
same
day
,
in
a
meeting
between
the
harassed
doctors
and
a
confused
Prefect
,
the
doctors
had
asked
for
and
got
his
agreement
to
new
measures
to
prevent
mouth
-
to
-
mouth
infection
from
this
pulmonary
plague
.
As
usual
,
no
one
knew
anything
.
He
looked
at
his
mother
.
Her
fine
chestnut
eyes
brought
back
years
of
tenderness
in
him
.
"
Are
you
afraid
,
mother
?
"
