With his long arm, he could have clasped her.

How old Antony would have chuckled, could she but have known! "Sister Mary Rebecca embraced by the Knight of the Bloody Vest?
Nay then; the Saints forbid!" The stretcher, borne by four men-at-arms, passed out from the Cathedral.
The Knight walked beside it, with bent head, and eyes upon the ground.
As it passed through the Precincts, the Lord Bishop himself rode out on his white palfrey, on his way to the Nunnery at Whytstone.
The Knight, being downhearted, did not lift his eyes.
The Bishop looked, kindly, upon the stretcher and upon the Knight's dark face.
The Bishop had known Hugh d'Argent as a boy.
He grieved to see him thus in sorrow.
Yet the Bishop smiled as he rode on.
Perhaps he did not put much faith in the efficacy of relics, for so heavily bandaged a broken head as that upon the stretcher.
For there was a whimsical tenderness about the Bishop's smile..