The Seaboard Parish. Volume II by George MacDonald

The next morning Harry came with the clothes. But Joe did not go to church. Neither did Agnes make her appearance that morning. They were both present at the evening service, however.

When we came out of church, it was cloudy and dark, and the wind was blowing cold from the sea. The sky was covered with one cloud, but the waves tossing themselves against the rocks, flashed whiteness out of the general gloom. As the tide rose the wind increased. It was a night of surly temper -- hard and gloomy. Not a star cracked the blue above -- there was no blue; and the wind was _gurly_; I once heard that word in Scotland, and never forgot it.