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Part IV
Hisstrongshoulderswerehunched.Someoneknockedonthedoorandamalenursecameinwearingawhitemask.HeputdownabundleoffilingcardsonTarrou’sdeskand,hisvoicemuffledbythemask,justsaid"six",thenwentout.Tarroulookedatthejournalistandfannedoutthecardstoshowhim.
"Nicecards,aren’tthey?Well,no,actuallythey’rethepeoplewhodiedlastnight."
Hisforeheadwrinkled.Hegatheredupthebundleofcards.
"Theonlythingwe’vegotleftisstatistics."
Tarrougotup,supportinghimselfagainstthetable.
"Areyouleavingsoon?"
"Tonightatmidnight."
TarrousaidhewasgladandthatRamberthadbetterlookafterhimself.
"Doyoureallymeanthat?"
Tarroushruggedhisshoulders.
"Atmyage,you’vegottomeanwhatyousay.It’stootiringtolie."
"Tarrou,"thejournalistsaid."I’dliketoseethedoctor.Excuseme."
"Iknow,he’smorehumanthanIam.Let’sgo."
"That’snotit,"Rambertsaidawkwardly.Thenhestopped.
Tarroulookedathimandsmiledsuddenly.
Theywentdownalittlecorridor,withitswallspaintedlightgreen,wherethelightwaslikethatinanaquarium.