Edward George Earle Lytton Bulwer, Eugene Aram — Book 5, Chapter I.
“ Before her glass stood the beautiful, the virgin, the glorious, form of Madeline Lester; and Ellinor, with trembling hands (and a voice between a laugh and a cry) was braiding up her sister's rich hair, and uttering her hopes, her wishes, her congratulations. The small lattice was open, and the air came rather chillingly to the bride's bosom. "It is a gloomy morning, dearest Nell," said she, shivering; "the winter seems about to begin at last." "Stay, I will shut the window; the sun is struggling with the clouds at present, but I am sure it will clear up by and by. ”
