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    Some men are born to good luck: all they do or try to do comes right—all
    that falls to them is so much gain—all their geese are swans—all their
    cards are trumps—toss them which way you will, they will always, like poor
    puss, alight upon their legs, and only move on so much the faster. The
    world may very likely not always think of them as they think of themselves,
    but what care they for the world? what can it know about the matter?

    One of these lucky beings was neighbour Hans. Seven long years he had
    worked hard for his master. At last he said, ‘Master, my time is up; I must
    go home and see my poor mother once more: so pray pay me my wages and let
    me go.’ And the master said, ‘You have been a faithful and good servant,
    Hans, so your pay shall be handsome.’ Then he gave him a lump of silver as
    big as his head.

    Hans took out his pocket-handkerchief, put the piece of silver into it,
    threw it over his shoulder, and jogged off on his road homewards. As he
    went lazily on, dragging one foot after another, a man came in sight,
    trotting gaily along on a capital horse. ‘Ah!’ said Hans aloud, ‘what a
    fine thing it is to ride on horseback! There he sits as easy and happy as
    if he was at home, in the chair by his fireside; he trips against no
    stones, saves shoe-leather, and gets on he hardly knows how.’ Hans did not
    speak so softly but the horseman heard it all, and said, ‘Well, friend, why
    do you go on foot then?’ ‘Ah!’ said he, ‘I have this load to carry: to be
    sure it is silver, but it is so heavy that I can’t hold up my head, and you
    must know it hurts my shoulder sadly.’ ‘What do you say of making an
    exchange?’ said the horseman. ‘I will give you my horse, and you shall give
    me the silver; which will save you a great deal of trouble in carrying such
    a heavy load about with you.’ ‘With all my heart,’ said Hans: ‘but as you
    are so kind to me, I must tell you one thing—you will have a weary task to
    draw that silver about with you.’ However, the horseman got off, took the
    silver, helped Hans up, gave him the bridle into one hand and the whip into
    the other, and said, ‘When you want to go very fast, smack your lips loudly
    together, and cry “Jip!”’

    Hans was delighted as he sat on the horse, drew himself up, squared his
    elbows, turned out his toes, cracked his whip, and rode merrily off, one
    minute whistling a merry tune, and another singing,

    ‘No care and no sorrow,
    A fig for the morrow!
    We’ll laugh and be merry,
    Sing neigh down derry!’

    After a time he thought he should like to go a little faster, so he smacked
    his lips and cried ‘Jip!’ Away went the horse full gallop; and before Hans
    knew what he was about, he was thrown off, and lay on his back by the
    road-side. His horse would have ran off, if a shepherd who was coming by,
    driving a cow, had not stopped it. Hans soon came to himself, and got upon
    his legs again, sadly vexed, and said to the shepherd, ‘This riding is no
    joke, when a man has the luck to get upon a beast like this that stumbles
    and flings him off as if it would break his neck. However, I’m off now once
    for all: I like your cow now a great deal better than this smart beast that
    played me this trick, and has spoiled my best coat, you see, in this
    puddle; which, by the by, smells not very like a nosegay. One can walk
    along at one’s leisure behind that cow—keep good company, and have milk,
    butter, and cheese, every day, into the bargain. What would I give to have
    such a prize!’ ‘Well,’ said the shepherd, ‘if you are so fond of her, I
    will change my cow for your horse; I like to do good to my neighbours, even
    though I lose by it myself.’ ‘Done!’ said Hans, merrily. ‘What a noble
    heart that good man has!’ thought he. Then the shepherd jumped upon the
    horse, wished Hans and the cow good morning, and away he rode.
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        <title>Templatized torture test - Bencherino!</title>

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        <h1>A page with assorted random data</h1>

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            <h2 class="cat-name cat-start" id="cat-id">Category name</h2>
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                    <h3 class="card-name">Name</h3>
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                    <p>(Category: <a class="cat-name cat-link" href="#cat-id">Category name</a>)</p>
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                    <h4>Locations</h4>
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                            <p class="loc-name">Townsville</p>
                            <h5>Times</h5>
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                                <li class="time">06:00</li>
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