Nothing could be more random

than the spam I get:

nearer to him in her ecstatic admiration, leaned over the back of down in a fusty castle made of pasteboard and wire, looking in all Creakle at whom I now glanced for the first time, and who were, more sovereign specific, he was so kind as to squeeze orange juice
before, and took me away. We found the coach very near at hand, magistrate. He inquired, under a shed in the playground, into the out of a bottle, said I was like a boa-constrictor who took enough days. If the fire was to go out, through any accident, I verily
myself uneasy; he would take care it should be all right. operations were going on, and no one else was looking. The sun it, the subject of jokes between the coachman and guard as to the opinion that it was a jolly shame; for which I became bound to
picked up one, of several that were rolling about, and treasured it be Lord High Admiral, or Commander-in-Chief - in either of which his life, charging in among the boys like a trooper, and slashing I hastened to comply with his friendly suggestion, and opening
he brought me a pudding, and having set it before me, seemed to re-opening of the school, it was such an insupportable affliction. nature is the least disposed to confess I cannot imagine why is Murdstones; but there the likeness ended, for his whiskers were
it was the Blue Something, and that its likeness was painted up on disconsolately, I was afraid, as we went on together. I observed Tungay stood at Mr. Creakles elbow. He had no occasion, I limp, delicate-looking gentleman, I thought, with a good deal of
she was jealous even of the saucepan on it; and I have reason to that evening. In the evening, after tea, I heard that he was come. little white mice, left behind by their owner, are running up and I heard that one boy, who was a coal-merchants son, came as a
was possible for people to see me or not, I always fancied that said Steerforth. I say, young Copperfield, youre going it. somebody was reading it. It was no relief to turn round and find would give the world to go to sleep. I sit with my eye on Mr.
supervised, as I have mentioned, by the man with the wooden leg. begin to see him do it. On being asked by a mild boy not me how Having by this time cried as much as I possibly could, I began to persuaded, she gave the credit of the whole performance.
an old person who lived not far off, and that the best way would be So he took a chop by the bone in one hand, and a potato in the many years of consideration, that there never can have been anybody

What the hell is a "Murdstone", Magistrate?