1811, Jane Austen, Sense and Sensibility, chapter 9
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 the usual propriety; it was that of running with all possible speed down the steep side of the hill which led immediately to the garden gate.