Martin Chuzzlewit ch. 50
'You think of me, Ruth,' said Tom, 'and it is very natural that you should, as if I were a character in a book; and you make it a sort of poetical justice that I should, by some impossible means or other, come at last, to marry the person I love. But there is a much higher justice than poetical justice, my dear, and it does not order events upon the same principle.'