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books. I adore tory of ts, especially ers, poets and painters; musicians may come later. I loatry and aritic. I enjoy all my ots, but orys my favorite!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
tUESDAY, APRIL 11, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
My kno time I e you) everyternoon (Good Friday) urday afternoon too. turday, o t, everyt.
Sunday afternoon Peter came to see me at four-ty, at my invitation. At five-fifteen to t attic, il six. til ful Mozart concert on to seven-fifteen; I especially enjoyed tmusik. I can o listen in tciful music stirs me to ter couldnt take ub c to t attic togeto be able to sit comfortably, I took along ted ourselves on a packing crate. Since bote and tting quite close, leaning against tes; Mousc us company, so a c a quarter to nine, Mr. van Daan airs and Mr. van Daan. taken t migire er and I stuck take t again o go sit in ttle intermezzo.
But our fun nine-ty Peter knocked gently on to come upstairs and Englisence.
quot;t sounds fis; I said to Margot. quot;Its obviously a pretext. You can tell by talking t t; I t very moment. Fater were
doairs in a flas, Moted. Four frigo talk, so ts il er t all . truck quarter to ten. t bang? ere ting oo scared to t.
ten oclock, footsteps on tairs. Fat;Lig, tiptoe upstairs, ing t; t time to be scared. ts c, and doairs.
quot; ell us quickly!”
to tell us; tairs. t come back up until ten past ten. t c Peters open o t. e draped a ser over our nig, and told us w had happened:
Peter airs and sa a large panel airs, alerted t;; and t doairs. ered t t t;Police!quot; steps outside; t back in t notice t t kick from outside sent it flying to t ty. Boter and Mr. van Daan felt a murderous rage come over t t again. Once more ttempt side, a man and a ing up tire ; mumbled one of t noead of policemen, tairs. Dussel and Mr.
van Daan snatcer opened tce office, o the bookcase.
END OF PARt ONE In all probability t ed t day, Easter