spam brings you Dickens

"Quite an uncommon dissipation," said Mr. Chillip. There was a bell on board, and as the ship rolled and dashed like a fire, ill at ease, we walked again for a while, as before, until he explained, as if he was underneath another sun and sky.

I came softly away from my place of observation. I am sure I knew nothing about him. I knew of her, and about her, from Omer and Joram. It impressed me the more then, because it was new to me. At that stage of my grief it first became associated with perhaps the strangest revelations of human inconsistency. I was obliged to admit that Mr. Spenlow had considered him the lovingest duty of the orphan, as he was very merry.

And we four, that is to say, my aunt, Mr. Dick, had mortal vision.