Edith Wharton,
The Valley of Decision — Book III, Chapter 6
(1901)
“ The bright water still broke about them in diamond spray; but as the shadow travelled the lake beneath it turned to lead. Then the storm dropped on them. It fell suddenly out of mid-heaven. Sky and water grew black and a long shudder ran through the boat. For a moment she hung back, staggering under a white fury of blows; then the gale seemed to lift and swing her about and she shot forward through a long tunnel of glistening blackness, bows on for Peschiera."The enemy's roof!" thought Odo. He reached for Fulvia's hand and found it in the darkness. ”
