THE GOD OF VENGEANCE
fast asleep. . . We know nothing at all, remember! (Both go to their beds and feign deep sleep.)
Yekel, rushes into the cellar, a burning candle in his hand. His hair is in disorder. Over his nightshirt he has thrown a coat. He shouts wildly.) Rifkele! Rifkele! Is Rifkele here? (No reply. He tears the curtains of the compartments violently aside.) Rifkele! Where is she? (Waking Reizel and Basha.) Where is Rifkele! Rifkele! Where is she?
Reizel and Basha, rubbing their eyes with their sleeves, as if awakened from sound sleep.
What? ... We don't know.
Yekel
You don't know? . . . You don't know? . . . (Rushes up the stairs, almost at a single bound. Goes out. Pause. There is a sound outside of something falling down the stairs. The door is suddenly banged open and Yekel stumbles in, dragging Sarah by the hair. Both are in night attire. Yekel pulls Sarah downstairs by the hair. Points to the cellar.) Where is your daughter? Your daughter, — where is she? (Basha and Reizel huddle close to the wall, trembling with terror.)
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