I'm more worried about you," she said. "You and trouble. . . " "yeah. " She heard the smile in his voice. "We're like that.
My future husband was becoming to me my whole world; and more than the world: almost my hope of heaven. He stood between me and every thought of religion, as an eclipse intervenes between man and the broad sun. I could not, in those days, see God for His creature: of whom I had made an idol.