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Part I
ButRieuxfoundhispatientlyinghalfoutofbed,onehandonhisbellyandtheotheraroundhisneck,convulsivelyvomitingreddishbileintoarubbishbin.Afterlongeffortstheconciergelaybackonthebed,gaspingforbreath.Histemperaturewas38.5,thelymphnodesonhisneckandhislimbshadswollenandtwoblackishpatcheswerespreadingonhissides.Hewasnowcomplainingofinternalpains.
"It’sburning,"hesaid."Theswineisburningme."
Hiscloggedthroatmadehimstumbleoverhiswordsandhisheadwasachingsomuchthatthereweretearsinthebulgingeyesthatheturnedtowardsthedoctor.HiswifelookedanxiouslyatRieux,whosaidnothing.
"Doctor,"sheasked."Whatisit?"
"Itcouldbeanything.Sofar,wecan’tbesure.Untilthisevening,dietandpurgatives.Hemustdrinkalot."
Indeed,theconciergewasconsumedwiththirst.
OncehegothomeRieuxtelephonedhiscolleagueDrRichard,oneoftheleadingdoctorsinthetown.
"No,"Richardsaid."Ihaven’tseenanythingoutoftheordinary."
"Nothightemperaturewithlocalinflammation?"
"Well,yes,asithappens:twocaseswithveryenlargedlymphnodes."
"Abnormallyso?"
"Huh!"saidRichard."Youknow…What’snormal?"
Thateveningtheconciergewasdeliriousand,withhistemperatureat40degrees,wascomplainingabouttherats.