Swiftly she ran her hands over the carvings, trying to find the lever to the secret panel again. A single false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it. She turned them down and gently placed the violin back in its red fake fur lined chamber. ‘I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly,’ he said, still meeting her eyes, unaware that his hold about her hand had tightened a little.
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