But, for all that, they had a very pleasant walk. The trees were bare of leaves, and the river was bare of water-lilies; but the sky was not bare of its beautiful blue, and the water reflected it, and a delicious wind ran with the stream, touching the surface crisply.
Charles Dickens (2013). “Delphi Complete Works of Charles Dickens (Illustrated)”, p.7979, Delphi Classics
