He saw it, but was incapable of accepting or believing it. How could Karl not be enchanted by her? He was different with her, no longer serious but light-hearted and charming. She could see the way its joints articulated, the marvellous subtle hues of its body, hear the scraping of its tiny feet on the fibres. Had he always misread them? Traitors, all of them.
She cried out softly, Ahh, and clasped his neck as a heavy ache spread through her chest, stomach, It stampeded through her like a vast crowd of people running. It seemed mindless. Madeleine clung to Charlotte's wrist with white, frail hands.
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