Chance and Chancery - an homage
To mark the 250th anniversary of the birth of Jane Austen, I humbly present my tribute to a great writer... Chapter I Nothing on earth would have induced him to remove a single item of clothing in the frigid bedchamber in which, by the light of a meagre candle, he now found himself. Besides, his nightgown lay buried beneath a snowdrift, along with the rest of his possessions, so he had scant options to consider. He resolved instead to sleep fully-dressed, save for his boots, and not to risk the damp interstices of the massive tester bed but, rather, to cover himself with its eiderdown quilt and hope to be spared a freezing death during the night. As things fell out he s...