The spikes almost touched the upper part of the hatch: scarcely space enough for the passage of a hand being left between their points and the beam. The clouds were nearly black with rain, threatening to spill sleet in daggers and torrents. You know—I wish I could roll my little body up small and squeeze it into your hand and grip your fingers upon it. How could he have betrayed her so cruelly? How could he lie and claim her as dead? Sebastian studied her carefully as she refused to cry and became like a pillar of stone. It was no use.
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