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The
day
after
next
,
a
few
days
before
the
opening
of
the
gates
,
Dr
Rieux
was
coming
home
at
lunchtime
,
wondering
if
he
would
find
the
telegram
that
he
was
expecting
.
Although
his
days
were
as
exhausting
as
at
the
height
of
the
plague
,
the
expectation
of
being
free
at
last
had
dispersed
all
his
own
tiredness
.
Now
he
had
hope
and
he
was
pleased
that
he
did
.
One
cannot
constantly
tighten
ones
will
and
brace
oneself
,
and
it
is
a
joy
at
last
to
release
this
bundle
of
forces
plaited
together
for
the
struggle
and
to
let
them
flow
free
.
If
the
expected
telegram
was
also
favourable
,
then
Rieux
could
start
again
.
It
felt
to
him
as
though
everyone
was
starting
again
.
He
went
past
the
concierge
’
s
lodge
.
The
new
concierge
,
his
face
pressed
to
the
little
window
,
smiled
at
him
.
As
he
went
up
the
stairs
,
Rieux
saw
his
own
face
,
pale
with
exhaustion
and
privation
.
Yes
,
he
would
start
again
when
the
abstraction
was
over
and
with
a
little
luck
…
But
he
was
opening
his
door
at
the
very
moment
when
his
mother
came
to
meet
him
saying
that
M
.
Tarrou
was
unwell
.
He
had
got
up
that
morning
,
but
had
been
unable
to
go
out
so
had
returned
to
his
bed
.
Mme
Rieux
was
worried
.
"
Perhaps
it
’
s
nothing
serious
,
"
her
son
said
.
Tarrou
was
lying
flat
out
,
his
heavy
head
making
a
dent
in
the
bolster
,
his
large
chest
outlined
beneath
the
thick
blankets
.
He
had
a
temperature
and
a
headache
.
He
told
Rieux
that
these
were
vague
symptoms
that
could
easily
be
those
of
the
plague
.
"
No
,
nothing
definite
yet
,
"
said
Rieux
after
examining
him
.
But
Tarrou
had
a
raging
thirst
.
In
the
corridor
the
doctor
told
his
mother
that
it
might
be
the
start
of
the
plague
.
"
Oh
,
no
!
"
she
said
.
"
It
can
’
t
be
,
not
now
!
"
And
immediately
afterwards
:
