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“What did I do?” Torn by the most terrible problem a man could face, Dinny listened to Alison's passionate demand. “You must be good to me. You've made me love you. I'm mad about you.” Dinny looked at the breathtaking beauty of her face. He swallowed convulsively. “I'm afraid,” he said hoarsely. “I can't tell you.” Alison raised her face and offered him her parted lips. “Don't you love me—even a little, Dinny?” “I mustn't! We can't!” he whispered. “You—are—my—sister.” |
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