[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.
—Charlotte Brontë
Divine justice pursued its course; disasters came thick on me: I was forced to pass through the valley of the shadow of death. His chastisements are mighty; and one smote me which has humbled me...
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