It was three o’clock on a winter’s day. Night fell quickly at this time of year; lanterns were placed along the streets and they made the shops look mysterious, supernatural and a bit frightening, their little flames swaying beneath the shop signs: a rusty boot that creaked in the wind, a large golden loaf of bread with a thick crust made of ice, or an enormous pair of scissors, gaping half-open, ready to slice off a piece of the dark sky. Caretakers sat in the entrance-ways to buildings, shiny icicles hanging from their clothes. Both sides of the street were piled high with snow as tall as a man; it was hard, compact and sparkled beneath the flames of the lanterns. They were going to visit the Grossmanns, whose children were friends of Hélène’s. The Grossmanns were a well-established, wealthy, middle-class family and they despised Madame Karol. The housekeeper showed them in. From the next room, they heard a woman’s voice: ‘Not all at once, my darlings,’ she said, laughing.
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