He is very good, and he loves me.

I was right to marry him--yes, quite right." She repeated this more than once, as if compelling herself to acknowledge it, and then paused.
Christian was not exactly a religious woman--that is, she had lived among such utterly irreligious people, that whatever she thought or felt upon these subjects had to be kept entirely to herself--but she was of a religious nature.

She said her prayers duly, and she had one habit--or superstition, some might sneeringly call it--that the last thing before she went on a journey she always opened her Bible; read a verse or two, and knelt down, if only to say, "God, take care of me, and bring me safe back again;" petitions that in many a wretched compelled wandering were not so uncalled for as some might suppose.

Before this momentous journey she did the same; but, instead of a Bible, it happened to be the children's Prayer-Book which she took up; it opened at the Marriage Service, which they had been inquisitively conning over; and the first words which flashed upon Christian's eyes were those which had two hours ago passed over her deaf ears, and dull, uncomprehending heart-- _"For this cause shall a man leave his father and his mother, and be joined unto his wife, and they two shall be one flesh."_ She started, as if only now she began to comprehend the full force of that awful union--"one flesh" and "till death us do part." Mrs.Ferguson tried the door, and knocked.
"Dr.Grey is waiting, my dear.

You must not keep your husband waiting." "My husband!" and again, came the wild look, as of a free creature suddenly caught, tied, and bound.