Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility, chapter 9
“They gaily ascended the downs, rejoicing in their own penetration at every glimpse of blue sky; and when they caught in their faces the animating gales of a high southwesterly wind, they pitied the fears which had prevented their mother and Elinor from sharing such delightful sensations.
‘Is there a felicity in the world,’ said Marianne, ‘superior to this?- Margaret, we will walk here at least two hours.’
Margaret agreed, and they pursued their way against the wind, resisting it with laughing delight for about twenty minutes longer, when suddenly the clouds united over their heads, and a driving rain set full in their face. Chagrined and surprised, they were obliged, though unwillingly, to turn back, for no shelter was nearer than their own house. One consolation, however, remained for them, to which the exigence of the moment gave more than usual propriety,- it was that of running with all possible speed down the steep side of the hill which led immediately to their garden gate.”