No snow had fallen for a few hours, the air was fresh and the dim light of the crescent moon fell on the wide expanse of the darkening sea. Kruse drove along the very egde of the water, sometimes cutting through the foam on the breakers, and Effi, who was shivering a little, wrapped herself up tighter in her cloak, maintaining a prolonged and deliberate silence.
Theodor Fontane: »Effi Briest« 1894