browser/metro/base/tests/mochitest/res/textblock01.html@6474c204b198 (annotated)
browser/metro/base/tests/mochitest/res/textblock01.html
Wed, 31 Dec 2014 06:09:35 +0100
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- Michael Schloh von Bennewitz <michael@schloh.com>
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- Wed, 31 Dec 2014 06:09:35 +0100
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Cloned upstream origin tor-browser at tor-browser-31.3.0esr-4.5-1-build1
revision ID fc1c9ff7c1b2defdbc039f12214767608f46423f for hacking purpose.
| michael@0 | 1 | <!DOCTYPE html> |
| michael@0 | 2 | <html> |
| michael@0 | 3 | <head> |
| michael@0 | 4 | <meta charset="utf-8" /> |
| michael@0 | 5 | </head> |
| michael@0 | 6 | <body> |
| michael@0 | 7 | <div id="content" style="font-size: 105%"> |
| michael@0 | 8 | <p>(start of paragraph) |
| michael@0 | 9 | Alice was beginning to get very (break)<br> |
| michael@0 | 10 | tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice she (span) |
| michael@0 | 11 | <span>(start of span) had peeped into the book her sister was reading (end of span)</span>, |
| michael@0 | 12 | but it had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice |
| michael@0 | 13 | `without pictures or conversation?' (break)<br> |
| michael@0 | 14 | (end of paragraph)</p> |
| michael@0 | 15 | (in between paragraphs) |
| michael@0 | 16 | <p>(start of paragraph) |
| michael@0 | 17 | Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and of having |
| michael@0 | 18 | nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it |
| michael@0 | 19 | had no pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice |
| michael@0 | 20 | `without pictures or conversation?'(break)<br> |
| michael@0 | 21 | (end of paragraph)</p> |
| michael@0 | 22 | |
| michael@0 | 23 | <p><a id="link1" href="#hello">(start of paragraph)</a> |
| michael@0 | 24 | So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made her |
| michael@0 | 25 | feel very sleepy and stupid), whether the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth |
| michael@0 | 26 | the trouble of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White Rabbit with pink |
| michael@0 | 27 | eyes ran close by her. <br> |
| michael@0 | 28 | </p> |
| michael@0 | 29 | |
| michael@0 | 30 | <p> |
| michael@0 | 31 | There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of |
| michael@0 | 32 | the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, `Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!' (when she |
| michael@0 | 33 | thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, |
| michael@0 | 34 | but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH |
| michael@0 | 35 | OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to her |
| michael@0 | 36 | feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a |
| michael@0 | 37 | waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across |
| michael@0 | 38 | the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large |
| michael@0 | 39 | rabbit-hole under the hedge. <br> |
| michael@0 | 40 | <br> |
| michael@0 | 41 | In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she |
| michael@0 | 42 | was to get out again. <br> |
| michael@0 | 43 | <br> |
| michael@0 | 44 | The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly |
| michael@0 | 45 | down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she |
| michael@0 | 46 | found herself falling down a very deep well. <br> |
| michael@0 | 47 | <br><a id="link2" href="#hello">(start of paragraph)</a> |
| michael@0 | 48 | Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had plenty of time as she |
| michael@0 | 49 | went down to look about her and to wonder what was going to happen next. First, she tried |
| michael@0 | 50 | to look down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; |
| michael@0 | 51 | then she looked at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with cupboards |
| michael@0 | 52 | and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs. She took down a |
| michael@0 | 53 | jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her |
| michael@0 | 54 | great disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing |
| michael@0 | 55 | somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she fell past it. <br> |
| michael@0 | 56 | <br> |
| michael@0 | 57 | `Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I shall think nothing of |
| michael@0 | 58 | tumbling down stairs! How brave they'll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn't say anything |
| michael@0 | 59 | about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely true.) <br> |
| michael@0 | 60 | <br> |
| michael@0 | 61 | Down, down, down. |
| michael@0 | 62 | <br> |
| michael@0 | 63 | </div> |
| michael@0 | 64 | </body></html> |
