Georg Ebers,
Margery (Gred): A Tale Of Old Nuremberg…
“ It was so gloomy a day that there was scarce a change when dusk fell. Grey wreaths of cloud hung over the tree-tops, and fine rain dripped with a soft, steady patter, as though it would never cease; nor was there another sound, inasmuch as neither horn, nor watchman's cry, nor bell might break the silence, for the sake of the wounded men; nay, even the hounds, meseemed, understood that the daily course of life was out of gear.Ann had gone to pack her little baggage with Susan's help, but she had bid me remain with the child. ”
