Chapter 14

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌‌‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​‌‌​​‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​‌‌​​​‌⁠Walking to church a certain Sunday morning, I had little Miles at my side and his sister, in advance of us and at Mrs. Grose’s, well in sight. It was a crisp, clear day, the first of its order for some time; the night had brought a touch of frost, and the autumn air, bright and sharp, made the church bells almost gay. It was an odd accident of thought that I should have happened at such a moment t