Alfred Ollivant,
One Woman: Being the Second Part of a Romance of Sussex
“ She took his arm and they strolled across the lawn past the hostel towards the solid darkness of the Downs which enfolded them. The long white house stood still and solitary in the great coombe that brimmed with darkness and was crowned with multitudinous stars. Washed by the moon, and warm with a suggestion of human busyness, the hostel seemed to be stirring in a happy sleep, as though conscious of the good work it was doing. ”
