The sun,—the bright sun, that brings back, not light alone, but new life, and hope, and freshness to man—burst upon the crowded city in clear and radiant glory. Through costly-coloured glass and paper-mended window, through cathedral dome and rotten crevice, it shed its equal ray.
Oliver Twist. David Copperfield. Our mutual friend. Great expectations. Little Dorrit. Martin Chuzzlewit (ed. 1879)