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Part II
"Grandblewhisnoseinasortofchequerednapkin;thenhewipedhismoustache.Rieuxlookedathim.
"Excusemedoctor,"theoldmansaid."But—howcanIputit?Itrustyou.Withyou,Icantalk.AndthenIgivewaytomyfeelings."
Grand,quiteclearly,wasahundredmilesfromtheplague.
ThateveningRieuxtelegraphedhiswifethatthetownwasshut,thathewaswell,thatsheshouldgoonlookingafterherselfandthathewasthinkingabouther.
ThreeweeksaftertheclosingofthegatesRieuxcameoutofthehospitaltofindayoungmanwaitingforhim.
"Iexpectyourecognizeme,"themansaid.
Rieuxthoughtheknewhim,butwasnotsure.
"Icamebeforeallthishappened,"theothersaid."IwasaskingyouforinformationabouttheconditionoftheArabs.MynameisRaymondRambert."
"Oh,yes!"Rieuxsaid."Well,nowyouhaveagoodsubjectforareport."
Theyoungmanseemednervous.HesaidthatitwasnothingtodowiththatandhehadcometoaskforDrRieux’shelp.
"I’msorry,"headded."ButIdon’tknowanybodyinthetownandunfortunatelythecorrespondentofmypaperisahalf-wit."
Rieuxsuggestedthattheyshouldwalktogethertoadispensaryinthecentreoftownbecausehehadsomeorderstomake.TheywentdownthroughthenarrowstreetsintheAfricanquarter.
