As we watched it the fog-wreaths came crawling round both corners of the house and rolled slowly into one dense bank on which the upper floor and the roof floated like a strange ship upon a shadowy sea.
The Hound of the Baskervilles (1901)
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
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