He gave a sigh and wrapped his arms around her and rocked her gently as they stood, looking out of the window where the Thames sparkled in the wintry sunshine.
“I thought you might be afraid to touch me,” she said softly.
He shook his head. “Oh, Anne. According to the laws of the land and the church I am anathematized ten times over before breakfast.”
I shuddered at that; but she giggled like a girl.
“And whatever we have done, it was done for love,” he said gently.

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