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"
I
don
’
t
understand
it
,
"
Richard
replied
.
"
Two
deaths
,
one
in
forty
-
eight
hours
,
the
other
in
three
days
.
I
left
the
second
of
these
one
morning
giving
every
appearance
of
being
on
the
mend
.
"
"
Let
me
know
if
you
have
any
other
cases
,
"
said
Rieux
.
*
*
*
He
called
a
few
other
doctors
;
and
enquiring
in
this
way
he
uncovered
about
twenty
similar
cases
in
a
few
days
.
Almost
all
had
been
fatal
.
So
he
asked
Richard
,
the
president
of
the
Association
of
Doctors
in
Oran
,
if
new
patients
could
be
isolated
.
"
There
’
s
nothing
I
can
do
,
"
Richard
said
.
"
The
measure
would
have
to
be
taken
by
the
Prefect
.
In
any
case
,
who
told
you
there
was
any
risk
of
infection
?
"
"
Nothing
tells
me
that
there
is
,
but
the
symptoms
are
disturbing
.
"
However
,
Richard
felt
that
"
he
was
not
qualified
"
.
All
he
could
do
was
to
mention
it
to
the
authorities
.
But
even
as
they
spoke
,
the
weather
was
deteriorating
.
Great
mists
covered
the
sky
the
day
after
the
death
of
the
concierge
.
Brief
but
torrential
rain
storms
swept
across
the
town
and
these
sudden
showers
were
followed
by
thundery
heat
.
Even
the
sea
had
lost
its
deep
blue
colour
and
,
beneath
the
misty
sky
,
took
on
the
sheen
of
silver
or
iron
,
making
it
painful
to
look
at
.
The
humid
heat
of
this
spring
made
you
long
for
the
blazing
sunshine
of
summer
.
A
dull
torpor
lay
over
the
town
,
crouching
like
a
snail
on
its
plateau
,
with
only
a
small
area
fronting
the
sea
.
Amid
its
long
roughcast
walls
,
in
the
streets
with
their
dusty
windows
and
the
dirty
yellow
trams
,
one
felt
something
of
a
prisoner
of
the
sky
.
Only
Rieux
’
s
old
patient
overcame
his
asthma
and
enjoyed
the
weather
.
"
It
bakes
you
,
"
he
said
.
