Mr.Frank,”We kindle this Hanukkah light to celebrate the great and wonderful deeds wrought through the zeal with which God filled the hearts of heroic Maccabees, against tyranny and oppression, and they restored our Temple to us. May these lights remind us that we should ever look to God, whence cometh our help, Amen”

[He is about to blow out the candle when suddenly there is a crash of something falling below. They all freeze in horror, motionless. For a few seconds there is complete silence] Mr. Van Daan,’’ God Almighty! Do you hear anything’’ Mr. Frank,” No, I think they’ve gone’’ Mrs. Van Daan,” It’s the Green Police. They’ve found us.’’ Mr.Frank,” If they had, they wouldn’t have left. They’d be up here by now.” Mrs Van Daan,” I know it’s the Green Police. They’ve gone to get help. That’s all. They’ll be back!”

Mr. Kraler,’’ That’s the man. A cou-ple of weeks ago, when I was in the storeroom, he closed the door and asked me… how’s Mr.Frank? What do you hear from Mr.Frank? I told him I only knew there was a rumor that you were in Switzerland. He said he’d heard that rumor too, but he thought I might know something more. I didn’t pay any attention to it… but then a thing happened yesterday… He’d brought some invoice to the office for me to sign. As I was going through them, I looked up. He was standing staring at the bookcase… your bookcase. He siad he thought he remembered a door there… Wasn’t there a dor there that used to go to the loft? Then he told me he wanted more money. Twenty guilders more a week.”

Peter,” I thought you were fine just now. You know just how to talk to them. You know just how to say it. I’m no good… I never can think… especially when i’m mad… That Dussel… when he said that about Mouschi… someone eating him… all I could think is… I wanted to hit him. I wanted to give him such a… a… that he’d… That’s what I used to do when there was an argument at school… That’s the way I … but here… And an old man like that…. It wouldn’t be so good.”

Anne,” I mean, every time I go into Peter’s room, I have a feeling I may hurting you. I know if it were me, I’d be wild. I’d be desperately jealous, if it were me.” Maragot,” Well, I’m not” Anne,” You don’t feel badly? Really? Truly? You’re not jealous?