No; do _not_ search, wait.

At your death I will be with you." "Whatever happens in life or death--here or hereafter--swear that you will not forget me, and that you will love me only.

Swear it, Stella." "Come to this altar," she said, when she had thought a moment, "and give me your hand--so.

Now, before my Maker and the Presences who surround us, I marry you, Morris Monk.

Not in the flesh--with your flesh I have nothing to do--but in the spirit.