... October before the Irishman got the letter which he had been waiting for—the one which sent the color mounting gladly in his lean cheeks. It was not long, but it fairly sang with jubilance and the feel of it in his hand ... — Jane Journeys On • Ruth Comfort Mitchell
... had been absent from Windy Meadows for several days. There was a subdued jubilance... — Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1902 to 1903 • Lucy Maud Montgomery