But her mind was ruffled, and its mirror-like surface of satisfaction was not easily restored. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. The spy—if there was one hiding out in the late Jarvis Remenham’s empty house—would be taken unawares. It was warm, shielding, comforting, and what was more, full of understanding.
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