Chapter 43: July

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​​⁠No, no! it is yet well all is well! I her husband! O God, who gave me being, if thou hadst destined this happiness for me, my whole life would have been one continual thanksgiving! But I will not murmur—forgive these tears, forgive these fruitless wishes. She—my wife! Oh, the very thought of folding that dearest of Heaven's creatures in my arms! Dear Wilhelm, my whole frame feels convulsed when I