He picked her up and was aware of how light she was as he had thought when he had first carried her when she had fainted after their Wedding.
Now he could feel the softness of her skin.
He thought without clothes she would look even more like an Ancient Greek Goddess from Mount Olympus than she had in her simple gowns.
“I must go out feet first,” Ansella said, “so that I can – hold onto – you until I can – slip down on the ground.”
Once again the Earl thought that she was being extremely optimistic.
He lifted her so that her feet went through the window. And next her knees.
It was then that she began to wriggle.
He thought, although she was doing it very skilfully, edging one way and then another, it would be impossible to squeeze her whole body through the narrow window.
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