Charles Dickens Quote
He was sailing over a boundless expanse of sea, with a blood-red sky above, and the angry waters, lashed into fury beneath, boiling and eddying up, on every side. There was another vessel before them, toiling and labouring in the howling storm: her canvas fluttering in ribbons from the mast.
The posthumous papers of the Pickwick club, ed. by'Boz'. (ed. 1838)
