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MY LITTLE SISTER
She opened her eyes and smiled—then the lids went down. Still that look, the look that made her a stranger.
Was this death? . . .
Bettina shrank from it. But I told her not to leave the room a second. I would bring the doctor quickly.
Bettina's face. ... "I cannot stay alone," she whispered.
"I will send up one of the servants."
She held my arm. "Suppose . . . while you are gone—— Oh, I am afraid."
"I will run all the way," I said.
