“Perhaps you should extinguish your lantern, Gimpel. Then we’ll have the element of surprise,” Shoshanah suggested
The cloaked figure turned and began running down the street.
It must be some anti-Semitic plot against my father! Shoshanah thought. Those gentile woodchoppers are always trying to frame him for one thing or another! I must put a stop to this harassment. I have to confront that man so that he knows I know what he looks like. Whatever he planted at our doorway, he’ll have to take responsibility for it!
Shoshanah slipped on her boots and winter coat and flew down the stairs and out into the wintry night. She could see the figure ahead, running in the direction of the forest. Summoning all the courage she could, she began to give chase.
“Stop! Stop!”
Shoshanah’s voice rang out through the night, shattering the sleepy silence.
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