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+<!DOCTYPE html>
+<html lang="en">
+ <!-- See toolkit for original test.-->
+ <head>
+ <meta charset="utf-8" />
+ <title>Translations Test</title>
+ <style>
+ div {
+ margin: 10px auto;
+ width: 300px;
+ }
+ p {
+ margin: 47px 0;
+ font-size: 21px;
+ line-height: 2;
+ }
+ </style>
+ </head>
+ <body>
+ <div>
+ <!-- The following is an excerpt from The Wondeful Wizard of Oz, which is in the public domain -->
+ <h1>"The Wonderful Wizard of Oz" by L. Frank Baum</h1>
+ <p>
+ The little girl, seeing she had lost one of her pretty shoes, grew
+ angry, and said to the Witch, “Give me back my shoe!”
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ “I will not,” retorted the Witch, “for it is now my shoe, and not
+ yours.”
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ “You are a wicked creature!” cried Dorothy. “You have no right to take
+ my shoe from me.”
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ “I shall keep it, just the same,” said the Witch, laughing at her, “and
+ someday I shall get the other one from you, too.”
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ This made Dorothy so very angry that she picked up the bucket of water
+ that stood near and dashed it over the Witch, wetting her from head to
+ foot.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ Instantly the wicked woman gave a loud cry of fear, and then, as Dorothy
+ looked at her in wonder, the Witch began to shrink and fall away.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ “See what you have done!” she screamed. “In a minute I shall melt away.”
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ “I’m very sorry, indeed,” said Dorothy, who was truly frightened to see
+ the Witch actually melting away like brown sugar before her very eyes.
+ </p>
+ <p>
+ “Didn’t you know water would be the end of me?” asked the Witch, in a
+ wailing, despairing voice.
+ </p>
+ <p>“Of course not,” answered Dorothy. “How should I?”</p>
+ </div>
+ </body>
+</html>