Chapter 15: On the Watch

⁠​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​​‌​‌‌‌​​​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌‌‌​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌‌⁠Upon a lowering morning late in November, with the yellow fog low upon the flat meadows, and the blinded cattle groping their way through the dim obscurity, and blundering stupidly against black and leafless hedges, or stumbling into ditches, undistinguishable in the hazy atmosphere; with the village church looming brown and dingy through the uncertain light; with every winding path and cottage do