CHAPTER XXXIX

There was little sleep that night in the home on the Rue des Joyeuses Entrées. But the street seemed to deserve its name again when it reunited that tortured family. When Dimny was enfolded in her mother’s arms and her sister’s, and enfolded them in hers in a combat of vying devotions, the hallway was so dark that their embraces were almost ghostly. Their souls embraced with no help of the eyes. They crowded the narrow hall, all three talking at once, struggling and seizing again one from the other in a folly of jo…