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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">Down the 
Rab­bit-Hole</span></p><p breakOpportunity="auto" dominantBaseline="roman" 
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 Indent="0" tabStops="s36 s72 s108 s144 s180 s216 s252 s288 s324 s360 s396 s432 
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trackingRight="0">Al­ice was be­gin­ning to get very tired of sit­ting by 
her sis­ter on the bank, and of hav­ing noth­ing to do: once or </span><span 
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 ingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">twice she had peeped into the book her sis­ter 
was read­ing, but it had no pic­tures or con­ver­sa­tions in it, “and 
what </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
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fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">is the use of a 
book,” thought Al­ice “with­out pic­tures or 
con­ver­sa­tion?”</span></p><p breakOpportunity="auto" 
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fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" renderingMode="cff" 
textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">So she was 
con­sid­er­ing in her own mind (as well as she could, for the hot day made 
her feel very sleepy and </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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trackingRight="0">stu­pid), wheth­er the plea­sure of mak­ing a 
dai­sy-chain would be worth the trou­ble of get­ting up and pick­ing the 
</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horiz
 ontalStem" color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
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sud­den­ly a White Rab­bit with pink eyes ran close by her.</span></p><p 
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textRotation="auto"><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
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 hrough="false" locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" 
trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">There was noth­ing so very re­mark­able 
in that; nor did Al­ice think it so very much out of the way to hear the 
Rab­</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">bit say to it­self, 
“Oh dear! Oh dear! I shall be late!” (when she thought it over 
af­ter­wards, it oc­curred to her that </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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won­dered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite nat­u­ral); but when 
the Rab­bit ac­tu­al­ly took </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">a 
watch out of its waist­coat-pock­et , and looked at it, and then hur­ried 
on, Al­ice start­ed to her feet, for it flashed </span><span 
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trackingRight="0">across her mind that she had nev­er be­fore seen a rab­bit 
with ei­ther a waist­coat-pock­et, or a watch to take out of </span><span 
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fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" 
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locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">it, and burn­ing with cu­ri­os­i­ty, she ran across the 
field af­ter it, and for­tu­nate­ly was just in time to see it pop down 
</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" 
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trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">a large rab­bit-hole un­der the 
hedge.</span></p><p breakOpportunity="auto" dominantBaseline="roman" 
leadingModel="romanUp" paragraphEndIndent="0" paragraphSpaceAfter="0" 
paragraphSpaceBefore="0" paragraphStartIndent="0" tabStops="s36 s72 s108 s144 
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cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" digitCase="default" 
digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" 
fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" 
ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" 
renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">In 
an­oth­er mo­ment down went Al­ice af­ter it, nev­er once 
con­sid­er­ing how
  in the world she was to get out again.</span></p><p breakOpportunity="auto" 
dominantBaseline="roman" leadingModel="romanUp" paragraphEndIndent="0" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="0" paragraphSpaceBefore="0" paragraphStartIndent="0" 
tabStops="s36 s72 s108 s144 s180 s216 s252 s288 s324 s360 s396 s432 s468 s504 " 
textAlign="left" textIndent="0" textRotation="auto"><span baselineShift="-0" 
cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" digitCase="default" 
digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" 
fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" 
ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" 
renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">The rab­bit-hole went straight on like a tun­nel for some 
way, and then dipped sud­den­ly down, so sud­den­ly that </span><span 
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kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" 
locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">Al­ice had not a mo­ment to think about stop­ping 
her­self be­fore she found her­self fall­ing down a very deep 
well.</span></p><p breakOpportunity="auto" dominantBaseline="roman" 
leadingModel="romanUp" paragraphEndIndent="0" paragraphSpaceAfter="0" 
paragraphSpaceBefore="0" paragraphStartIndent="0" tabStops="s36 s72 s108 s144 
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 ecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">Ei­ther the well was very 
deep, or she fell very slow­ly, for she had plen­ty of time as she went down 
to look about </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">her and to won­der 
what was go­ing to hap­pen next. First, she tried to look down and make out 
what she was </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
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 oration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">com­ing to, but it was too 
dark to see any­thing; then she looked at the sides of the well, and no­ticed 
that they </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
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fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">were filled with 
cup­boards and book­shelves; here and there she saw maps and pic­tures hung 
upon pegs. She took </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
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fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
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 coration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">down a jar from one of the 
shelves as she passed; it was la­belled “Or­ange Mar­ma­lade”, but to 
her great dis­ap­</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" 
fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">point­ment it was 
emp­ty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear of kill­ing some­body, so 
man­aged to put it into </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" digitCase="default" 
digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" 
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 e="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">one of the 
cup­boards as she fell past it.</span></p><p breakOpportunity="auto" 
dominantBaseline="roman" leadingModel="romanUp" paragraphEndIndent="0" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="0" paragraphSpaceBefore="0" paragraphStartIndent="0" 
tabStops="s36 s72 s108 s144 s180 s216 s252 s288 s324 s360 s396 s432 s468 s504 " 
textAlign="left" textIndent="0" textRotation="auto"><span baselineShift="-0" 
cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" digitCase="default" 
digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" 
fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" 
ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" 
renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">“Well!” thought Al­ice to her­self, “af­ter such a 
fall as this, I shall think noth­ing of tum­bling down stairs! How 
</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#23
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trackingRight="0">brave they’ll all think me at home! Why, I wouldn’t say 
any­thing about it, even if I fell off the top of the house!” </span><span 
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digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" 
fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" 
kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" 
locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">(Which was very like­ly true.)</span></p><p 
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textRotation="auto"><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" 
fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" renderingMode="cff" 
textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">Down, down, down. 
Would the fall nev­er come to an end! “I won­der how many miles I’ve 
fall­en by this time?” </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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 tion="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">she said aloud. “I must be 
get­ting some­where near the cen­tre of the earth. Let me see: that would be 
four thou­</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">sand miles down, I 
think—” (for, you see, Al­ice had learnt sev­er­al things of this sort 
in her les­sons in the school­</span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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 "cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">room, and 
though this was not a very good op­por­tu­ni­ty for show­ing off her 
knowl­edge, as there was no one to </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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trackingRight="0">lis­ten to her, still it was good prac­tice to say it over) 
“—yes, that’s about the right dis­tance—but then I won­der 
</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" 
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locale="
 en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">what Lat­i­tude or Lon­gi­tude I’ve got to?” (Al­ice 
had no idea what Lat­i­tude was, or Lon­gi­tude ei­ther, but thought 
</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" 
digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" 
fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" 
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locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">they were nice grand words to say.)</span></p>
 <p breakOpportunity="auto" dominantBaseline="roman" leadingModel="romanUp" 
paragraphEndIndent="0" paragraphSpaceAfter="0" paragraphSpaceBefore="0" 
paragraphStartIndent="0" tabStops="s36 s72 s108 s144 s180 s216 s252 s288 s324 
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textRotation="auto"><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" 
fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" renderingMode="cff" 
textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">Pres­ent­ly she 
be­gan again. “I won­der if I shall fall right through the earth! How 
fun­ny it’ll seem to come out </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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 rmal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">among the peo­ple 
that walk with their heads down­ward! The An­tip­a­thies, I think—” 
(she was rath­er glad there </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" 
fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" 
ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" 
renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">Was no one lis­ten­ing, this time, as it didn’t sound at 
all the right word) “—but I shall have to ask them what the </span><span 
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 2" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
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textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">name of the coun­try 
is, you know. Please, Ma’am, is this New Zea­land or Aus­tra­lia?” (and 
she tried to curt­sey as </span><span baselineShift="-0" 
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fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" 
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trackingRight="0">she spoke—fan­cy curt­sey­ing as you’re fall­ing 
through the air! Do you think you could man­age it?) “And what </span><span 
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renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">an 
ig­no­rant lit­tle girl she’ll think me for ask­ing! No, it’ll nev­er 
do to ask: per­haps I shall see it writ­ten up some­</span><span 
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trackingRight="0">where.”</span></p><p breakOpportunity="auto" 
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fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" 
kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" 
locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">Down, down, down. There was noth­ing else to do, so Al­ice 
soon be­gan talk­ing again. “Dinah’ll miss me very </span><span 
baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" 
digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" 
fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" 
kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" 
locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">much to-night, I should think!” (Di­nah was the cat
 .) “I hope they’ll re­mem­ber her sau­cer of milk at tea-time. 
</span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" 
digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" 
fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" 
kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" 
locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">Di­nah my dear! I wish you were down here with me! There are 
no mice in the air, I’m afraid, but you might catch </span><span 
baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" 
digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" 
fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" 
kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" 
locale="en" renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">a bat, and that’s very like a mouse, you know
 . But do cats eat bats, I won­der?” And here Al­ice be­gan to get 
rath­er </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" 
fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" renderingMode="cff" 
textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">sleepy, and went on 
say­ing to her­self, in a dreamy sort of way, “Do cats eat bats? Do cats 
eat bats?” and some­</span><span baselineShift="-0" 
cffHinting="horizontalStem" color="#231F20" digitCase="default" 
digitWidth="default" dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" 
fontSize="12" fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" 
ligatureLevel="common" lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" 
renderingMode="cff" textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" 
trackingRight="0">times, “Do bats eat cats?” fo
 r, you see, as she couldn’t an­swer ei­ther ques­tion, it didn’t much 
mat­ter which way </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" 
fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" renderingMode="cff" 
textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">she put it. She felt 
that she was doz­ing off, and had just be­gun to dream that she was walk­ing 
hand in hand with </span><span baselineShift="-0" cffHinting="horizontalStem" 
color="#231F20" digitCase="default" digitWidth="default" 
dominantBaseline="roman" fontFamily="Minion Pro" fontSize="12" 
fontStyle="normal" fontWeight="normal" kerning="on" ligatureLevel="common" 
lineHeight="120%" lineThrough="false" locale="en" renderingMode="cff" 
textDecoration="none" trackingLeft="0" trackingRight="0">Di­nah, and say­
 ing to her very ear­nest­ly, “Now, Di­nah, tell me the truth: did you 
ever eat a bat?” when sud­den­ly, </span></p>

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@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" paddingLeft="4" paddingTop="4" 
whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" fontFamily="Times New Roman"><flow:p><flow:span 
fontSize="29">There are many </flow:span><flow:span fontStyle="italic" 
fontSize="29">such</flow:span><flow:span fontSize="29"> lime-kilns in that 
tract of country, for the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a 
large part of the substance of the hills. Some of them, built years ago, and 
long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of the interior, which is 
open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting themselves into the chinks 
of the stones, look already like relics of antiquity, and may yet be overspread 
with the lichens of centuries to come. Others, where the lime-burner still 
feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of interest to the wanderer 
among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a fragment of marble
 , to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, when the 
character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful occupation; as 
it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such strange purpose, in 
days gone by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontSize="29">The man who now 
watched the fire was of a different order, and troubled himself with no 
thoughts save the very few that were requisite to his business. At frequent 
intervals, he flung back the clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his 
face from the insufferable glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the 
immense brands with a long pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and 
riotous flames, and the burning marble, almost molten with the intensity of 
heat; while without, the reflection of the fire quivered on the dark intricacy 
of the surrounding forest, and showed in the foreground a bright and ruddy 
little picture of the h
 ut, the spring beside its door, the athletic and coal-begrimed figure of the 
lime-burner, and the half-frightened child, shrinking into the protection of 
his father's shadow. And when again the iron door was closed, then reappeared 
the tender light of the half-full moon, which vainly strove to trace out the 
indistinct shapes of the neighboring mountains; and, in the upper sky, there 
was a flitting congregation of clouds, still faintly tinged with the rosy 
sunset, though thus far down into the valley the sunshine had vanished long and 
long ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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index 2b27ea8..500c7a1 100644
--- a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HORLTRHARD.xml
+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HORLTRHARD.xml
@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" lineBreak="explicit" paddingLeft="4" 
paddingTop="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" fontFamily="Times New 
Roman"><flow:p><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" fontSize="50" 
fontLookup="device">There are many </flow:span><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" 
fontStyle="italic" fontSize="50" fontLookup="device">such</flow:span><flow:span 
fontFamily="Arial" fontSize="50" fontLookup="device"> lime-kilns in that tract 
of country, for the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a large 
part of the substance of the hills. Some of them, built years ago, and long 
deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of the interior, which is open 
to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting themselves into the chinks of 
the stones, look already like relics of antiquity, and may yet be overspread 
with the lichens of centuries to come. Others, where the lime-burner still 
feeds his daily
  and nightlong fire, afford points of interest to the wanderer among the 
hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a fragment of marble, to hold a 
chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, when the character is 
inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful occupation; as it proved in 
the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such strange purpose, in days gone 
by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" 
fontSize="50" fontLookup="device">The man who now watched the fire was of a 
different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts save the very few that 
were requisite to his business. At frequent intervals, he flung back the 
clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his face from the insufferable 
glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the immense brands with a long 
pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and riotous flames, and the 
burning marble, almost molten with the intensity of 
 heat; while without, the reflection of the fire quivered on the dark intricacy 
of the surrounding forest, and showed in the foreground a bright and ruddy 
little picture of the hut, the spring beside its door, the athletic and 
coal-begrimed figure of the lime-burner, and the half-frightened child, 
shrinking into the protection of his father's shadow. And when again the iron 
door was closed, then reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, which 
vainly strove to trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring mountains; 
and, in the upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, still 
faintly tinged with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley the 
sunshine had vanished long and long ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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index 660bef6..238919f 100644
--- a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HORRTLAUTO.xml
+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HORRTLAUTO.xml
@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
textIndent="15" direction="rtl" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" paddingTop="4" 
paddingLeft="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" fontFamily="Times New 
Roman"><flow:p><flow:span fontSize="29">There are many </flow:span><flow:span 
fontStyle="italic" fontSize="29">such</flow:span><flow:span fontSize="29"> 
lime-kilns in that tract of country, for the purpose of burning the white 
marble which composes a large part of the substance of the hills. Some of them, 
built years ago, and long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of 
the interior, which is open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting 
themselves into the chinks of the stones, look already like relics of 
antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the lichens of centuries to come. 
Others, where the lime-burner still feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford 
points of interest to the wanderer among the hills, who seats himself on a log 
of wood or a fr
 agment of marble, to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, 
when the character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful 
occupation; as it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such 
strange purpose, in days gone by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontSize="29">The man who now 
watched the fire was of a different order, and troubled himself with no 
thoughts save the very few that were requisite to his business. At frequent 
intervals, he flung back the clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his 
face from the insufferable glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the 
immense brands with a long pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and 
riotous flames, and the burning marble, almost molten with the intensity of 
heat; while without, the reflection of the fire quivered on the dark intricacy 
of the surrounding forest, and showed in the foreground a bright and ruddy 
little 
 picture of the hut, the spring beside its door, the athletic and coal-begrimed 
figure of the lime-burner, and the half-frightened child, shrinking into the 
protection of his father's shadow. And when again the iron door was closed, 
then reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, which vainly strove to 
trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring mountains; and, in the upper 
sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, still faintly tinged with the 
rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley the sunshine had vanished 
long and long ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HORRTLHARD.xml
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+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HORRTLHARD.xml
@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
direction="rtl" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" lineBreak="explicit" 
paddingTop="4" paddingLeft="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" fontFamily="Times 
New Roman"><flow:p><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" fontLookup="device" 
fontSize="50">There are many </flow:span><flow:span fontStyle="italic" 
fontFamily="Arial" fontLookup="device" fontSize="50">such</flow:span><flow:span 
fontFamily="Arial" fontLookup="device" fontSize="50"> lime-kilns in that tract 
of country, for the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a large 
part of the substance of the hills. Some of them, built years ago, and long 
deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of the interior, which is open 
to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting themselves into the chinks of 
the stones, look already like relics of antiquity, and may yet be overspread 
with the lichens of centuries to come. Others, where the lime-burner still
  feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of interest to the wanderer 
among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a fragment of marble, to 
hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, when the character is 
inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful occupation; as it proved in 
the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such strange purpose, in days gone 
by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" 
fontLookup="device" fontSize="50">The man who now watched the fire was of a 
different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts save the very few that 
were requisite to his business. At frequent intervals, he flung back the 
clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his face from the insufferable 
glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the immense brands with a long 
pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and riotous flames, and the 
burning marble, almost molten with t
 he intensity of heat; while without, the reflection of the fire quivered on 
the dark intricacy of the surrounding forest, and showed in the foreground a 
bright and ruddy little picture of the hut, the spring beside its door, the 
athletic and coal-begrimed figure of the lime-burner, and the half-frightened 
child, shrinking into the protection of his father's shadow. And when again the 
iron door was closed, then reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, 
which vainly strove to trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring 
mountains; and, in the upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, 
still faintly tinged with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley 
the sunshine had vanished long and long 
ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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diff --git a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HtmlTest.xml 
b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HtmlTest.xml
index 3743c00..f7c0a91 100644
--- a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HtmlTest.xml
+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/HtmlTest.xml
@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <TextFlow fontSize="14" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" 
paddingLeft="4" paddingTop="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" 
xmlns="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontFamily="Times New Roman"><p 
paragraphEndIndent="40"><span fontSize="12">There are many </span><span 
fontStyle="italic" fontSize="12" fontWeight="bold">such</span><span 
fontSize="12"> lime-kilns in </span><span textDecoration="underline" 
fontSize="12">that</span><span fontSize="12"> tract of country, for the purpose 
of burning the </span><span fontSize="18">white marble</span><span 
fontSize="12"> which composes a large part of the substance of the hills. 
</span></p><p textAlign="end" textIndent="0"><span fontSize="12">The man who 
now watched the </span><span color="0xcc0000" fontSize="12">fire</span><span 
fontSize="12"> was of a different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts 
save the very few that were requisite to his business. </span></p></TextFlow>
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b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/JapaneseSampleMac.xml
index db88273..8157ed5 100644
--- a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/JapaneseSampleMac.xml
+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/JapaneseSampleMac.xml
@@ -1,20 +1,5 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
-<!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
--->
+<!-- FIXME needs to be replaced -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; 
fontFamily="小塚明朝 Pro L" blockProgression="tb" fontSize="14" 
textIndent="15" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" paddingTop="4" paddingLeft="4">
         
<flow:p><flow:span>文字コードが割り当てられていないグリフの大半は既に文字コードが割り当てられているグリフの異体字です。次のセクションでは、このようなグリフにアクセスする方法について解説します。</flow:span></flow:p>
                
<flow:p><flow:span>OpenType日本語Proフォントに含まれる15,000超
のグリフのほぼ半分には、文字コードが割り当てられていません。というのは、Unicodeや他の一般的なコード体系を用いてコードを割り当てる方法が存在しないためです。これは、Proフォントが膨大な数の異体字を含んでいることに起å›
 
します。OpenType日本語Standardフォントにもかなりの数の文字コードが割り当てられないグリフが含まれます。これらの文字コードが割り当てられないグリフににアクセスする方法として、グリフ置換による方法と字形パレットを用いる方法とがあります。</flow:span></flow:p>

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diff --git a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/JapaneseSampleWin.xml 
b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/JapaneseSampleWin.xml
index 9399932..32de80e 100644
--- a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/JapaneseSampleWin.xml
+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/JapaneseSampleWin.xml
@@ -1,20 +1,5 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
-<!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
--->
+<!-- FIXME needs to be replaced -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; 
fontFamily="Kozuka Mincho Pro L" blockProgression="tb" fontSize="14" 
textIndent="15" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" paddingTop="4" paddingLeft="4">
         
<flow:p><flow:span>文字コードが割り当てられていないグリフの大半は既に文字コードが割り当てられているグリフの異体字です。次のセクションでは、このようなグリフにアクセスする方法について解説します。</flow:span></flow:p>
                
<flow:p><flow:span>OpenType日本語Proフォントに含まれる15,000超
のグリフのほぼ半分には、文字コードが割り当てられていません。というのは、Unicodeや他の一般的なコード体系を用いてコードを割り当てる方法が存在しないためです。これは、Proフォントが膨大な数の異体字を含んでいることに起å›
 
します。OpenType日本語Standardフォントにもかなりの数の文字コードが割り当てられないグリフが含まれます。これらの文字コードが割り当てられないグリフににアクセスする方法として、グリフ置換による方法と字形パレットを用いる方法とがあります。</flow:span></flow:p>

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 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <TextFlow fontSize="14" paddingBottom="inherit" lineBreak="inherit" 
paddingTop="4" verticalAlign="inherit" textIndent="15" paddingRight="inherit" 
paddingLeft="4" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" paragraphStartIndent="75" 
paragraphEndIndent="75" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" 
xmlns="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontFamily="Times New Roman"><p 
textAlign="start"><span>There are many </span><span 
fontStyle="italic">such</span><span> lime-kilns in that tract of country, for 
the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a large part of the 
substance of the hills. </span></p><p textAlign="center"><span>Some of them, 
built years ago, and long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of 
the interior, which is open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting 
themselves into the chinks of the stones, look already like relics of 
antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the lichens of centuries to come. 
</span></p><p textAlign="end"><span>Others, where the lime-burner still f
 eeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of interest to the wanderer 
among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a fragment of marble, to 
hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, when the character is 
inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful occupation; as it proved in 
the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such strange purpose, in days gone 
by, while the fire in this very kiln was burning.</span></p><p 
textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="start"><span>The man who now watched the 
fire was of a different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts save the 
very few that were requisite to his business. </span></p><p textAlign="justify" 
textAlignLast="center"><span>At frequent intervals, he flung back the clashing 
weight of the iron door, and, turning his face from the insufferable glare, 
thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the immense brands with a long pole. 
</span></p><p textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="end"><span>Within the furn
 ace were seen the curling and riotous flames, and the burning marble, almost 
molten with the intensity of heat; while without, the reflection of the fire 
quivered on the dark intricacy of the surrounding forest, and showed in the 
foreground a bend and ruddy little picture of the hut, the spring beside its 
door, the athletic and coal-begrimed figure of the lime-burner, and the 
half-fendened child, shrinking into the protection of his father's shadow. 
</span></p><p textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="justify"><span>And when again 
the iron door was closed, then reappeared the tender light of the half-full 
moon, which vainly strove to trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring 
mountains; and, in the upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, 
still faintly tinged with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley 
the sunshine had vanished long and long ago.</span></p></TextFlow>

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+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/ParaAlignRTL.xml
@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <TextFlow direction="rtl" fontSize="14" paddingBottom="inherit" 
lineBreak="inherit" paddingTop="4" verticalAlign="inherit" textIndent="15" 
paddingRight="inherit" paddingLeft="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="15" paragraphStartIndent="75" paragraphEndIndent="75" 
xmlns="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontFamily="Times New Roman"><p 
textAlign="start"><span>There are many </span><span 
fontStyle="italic">such</span><span> lime-kilns in that tract of country, for 
the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a large part of the 
substance of the hills. </span></p><p textAlign="center"><span>Some of them, 
built years ago, and long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of 
the interior, which is open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting 
themselves into the chinks of the stones, look already like relics of 
antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the lichens of centuries to come. 
</span></p><p textAlign="end"><span>Others, where the lim
 e-burner still feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of interest 
to the wanderer among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a 
fragment of marble, to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, 
and, when the character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful 
occupation; as it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such 
strange purpose, in days gone by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</span></p><p textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="start"><span>The man 
who now watched the fire was of a different order, and troubled himself with no 
thoughts save the very few that were requisite to his business. </span></p><p 
textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="center"><span>At frequent intervals, he 
flung back the clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his face from the 
insufferable glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the immense brands 
with a long pole. </span></p><p textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="end"><span
 >Within the furnace were seen the curling and riotous flames, and the burning 
 >marble, almost molten with the intensity of heat; while without, the 
 >reflection of the fire quivered on the dark intricacy of the surrounding 
 >forest, and showed in the foreground a bend and ruddy little picture of the 
 >hut, the spring beside its door, the athletic and coal-begrimed figure of the 
 >lime-burner, and the half-fendened child, shrinking into the protection of 
 >his father's shadow. </span></p><p textAlign="justify" 
 >textAlignLast="justify"><span>And when again the iron door was closed, then 
 >reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, which vainly strove to 
 >trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring mountains; and, in the 
 >upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, still faintly tinged 
 >with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley the sunshine had 
 >vanished long and long ago.</span></p></TextFlow>

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 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <TextFlow blockProgression="rl" fontSize="14" paddingBottom="inherit" 
lineBreak="inherit" paddingTop="4" verticalAlign="inherit" textIndent="15" 
paddingRight="inherit" paddingLeft="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="15" paragraphStartIndent="75" paragraphEndIndent="75" 
xmlns="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontFamily="Times New Roman"><p 
textAlign="start"><span>There are many </span><span 
fontStyle="italic">such</span><span> lime-kilns in that tract of country, for 
the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a large part of the 
substance of the hills. </span></p><p textAlign="center"><span>Some of them, 
built years ago, and long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of 
the interior, which is open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting 
themselves into the chinks of the stones, look already like relics of 
antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the lichens of centuries to come. 
</span></p><p textAlign="end"><span>Others, where t
 he lime-burner still feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of 
interest to the wanderer among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or 
a fragment of marble, to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, 
and, when the character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful 
occupation; as it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such 
strange purpose, in days gone by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</span></p><p textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="start"><span>The man 
who now watched the fire was of a different order, and troubled himself with no 
thoughts save the very few that were requisite to his business. </span></p><p 
textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="center"><span>At frequent intervals, he 
flung back the clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his face from the 
insufferable glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the immense brands 
with a long pole. </span></p><p textAlign="justify" textAlignLast="end"
 ><span>Within the furnace were seen the curling and riotous flames, and the 
 >burning marble, almost molten with the intensity of heat; while without, the 
 >reflection of the fire quivered on the dark intricacy of the surrounding 
 >forest, and showed in the foreground a bend and ruddy little picture of the 
 >hut, the spring beside its door, the athletic and coal-begrimed figure of the 
 >lime-burner, and the half-fendened child, shrinking into the protection of 
 >his father's shadow. </span></p><p textAlign="justify" 
 >textAlignLast="justify"><span>And when again the iron door was closed, then 
 >reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, which vainly strove to 
 >trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring mountains; and, in the 
 >upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, still faintly tinged 
 >with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley the sunshine had 
 >vanished long and long ago.</span></p></TextFlow>

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 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  FIXME needs to be replaced
 -->
 <TextFlow fontFamily="Adobe Arabic" fontSize="18" textAlign="right" 
locale="ar" direction="rtl" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" 
xmlns="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008";><p tabStops="s100" 
paragraphStartIndent="25" textIndent="25"><span><tab/>لمّا كان 
الاعتراف بالكرامة المتأصلة في جميع أعض 
[Leading Tab with matching tab stop]</span></p><p tabStops="s100" 
paragraphStartIndent="25" textIndent="125"><span><tab/>لمّا كان 
الاعتراف بالكرامة المتأصلة في جميع أعضاء 
[Leading Tab with inapplicable tab stop]</span></p></TextFlow>

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--- a/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/VA-Justify.xml
+++ b/test/testFiles/markup/tlf/VA-Justify.xml
@@ -1,17 +1,5 @@
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><TextFlow fontSize="14" 
firstBaselineOffset="50" verticalAlign="justify" fontFamily="Times New Roman" 
whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" xmlns="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008";><p 
paragraphSpaceAfter="30"><span fontSize="42">There are many </span><span 
fontSize="42" fontStyle="italic">such</span><span fontSize="42"> lime-kilns in 
that tract of country, for the purpose of burning the white marble which 
composes a large part of the</span><span> </span><span fontSize="28">substance 
of the hills. Some of them, built years ago, and long deserted, with weeds 
growing in the vacant round of the interior, which is open to </span><span 
fontSize="14">the sky, and</span><span> grass and wild-flowers rooting 
themselves into the chinks of the stones, look already like relics of 
antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the lichens of centuries to come. 
Others, where the lime-burner still feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford 
points of interest to the wand
 erer among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a fragment of 
marble, to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, when the 
character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful occupation; as 
it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such strange purpose, in 
days gone by, while the fire in this very kiln was burning.</span></p><p 
paragraphSpaceAfter="15"><span>The man who now watched the fire was of a 
different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts save the very few that 
were requisite to </span><span lineHeight="240%">his business. At frequent 
intervals, he flung back the clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his 
face from the insufferable glare, thrust in</span><span> </span></p></TextFlow>
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 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" paddingLeft="4" blockProgression="rl" 
paddingTop="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" fontFamily="Times New 
Roman"><flow:p><flow:span fontSize="29">There are many </flow:span><flow:span 
fontStyle="italic" fontSize="29">such</flow:span><flow:span fontSize="29"> 
lime-kilns in that tract of country, for the purpose of burning the white 
marble which composes a large part of the substance of the hills. Some of them, 
built years ago, and long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of 
the interior, which is open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting 
themselves into the chinks of the stones, look already like relics of 
antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the lichens of centuries to come. 
Others, where the lime-burner still feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford 
points of interest to the wanderer among the hills, who seats himself on a log 
of wood o
 r a fragment of marble, to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a 
lonesome, and, when the character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely 
thoughtful occupation; as it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused 
to such strange purpose, in days gone by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontSize="29">The man who now 
watched the fire was of a different order, and troubled himself with no 
thoughts save the very few that were requisite to his business. At frequent 
intervals, he flung back the clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his 
face from the insufferable glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the 
immense brands with a long pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and 
riotous flames, and the burning marble, almost molten with the intensity of 
heat; while without, the reflection of the fire quivered on the dark intricacy 
of the surrounding forest, and showed in the foreground a bright and ruddy l
 ittle picture of the hut, the spring beside its door, the athletic and 
coal-begrimed figure of the lime-burner, and the half-frightened child, 
shrinking into the protection of his father's shadow. And when again the iron 
door was closed, then reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, which 
vainly strove to trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring mountains; 
and, in the upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, still 
faintly tinged with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley the 
sunshine had vanished long and long ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
direction="ltr" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" lineBreak="explicit" 
paddingLeft="4" blockProgression="rl" paddingTop="4" 
whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve"><flow:p><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" 
fontSize="50" fontLookup="device">There are many </flow:span><flow:span 
fontFamily="Arial" fontStyle="italic" fontSize="50" 
fontLookup="device">such</flow:span><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" fontSize="50" 
fontLookup="device"> lime-kilns in that tract of country, for the purpose of 
burning the white marble which composes a large part of the substance of the 
hills. Some of them, built years ago, and long deserted, with weeds growing in 
the vacant round of the interior, which is open to the sky, and grass and 
wild-flowers rooting themselves into the chinks of the stones, look already 
like relics of antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the lichens of 
centuries to come. Others, where the lime-burner still feeds 
 his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of interest to the wanderer among 
the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a fragment of marble, to hold 
a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, when the character is 
inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful occupation; as it proved in 
the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such strange purpose, in days gone 
by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" 
fontSize="50" fontLookup="device">The man who now watched the fire was of a 
different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts save the very few that 
were requisite to his business. At frequent intervals, he flung back the 
clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his face from the insufferable 
glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the immense brands with a long 
pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and riotous flames, and the 
burning marble, almost molten with the inte
 nsity of heat; while without, the reflection of the fire quivered on the dark 
intricacy of the surrounding forest, and showed in the foreground a bright and 
ruddy little picture of the hut, the spring beside its door, the athletic and 
coal-begrimed figure of the lime-burner, and the half-frightened child, 
shrinking into the protection of his father's shadow. And when again the iron 
door was closed, then reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, which 
vainly strove to trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring mountains; 
and, in the upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, still 
faintly tinged with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley the 
sunshine had vanished long and long ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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@@ -1,18 +1,6 @@
 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
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-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
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-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
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 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
textIndent="15" direction="rtl" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" blockProgression="rl" 
paddingTop="4" paddingLeft="4" whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" fontFamily="Times 
New Roman"><flow:p><flow:span fontSize="29">There are many 
</flow:span><flow:span fontStyle="italic" 
fontSize="29">such</flow:span><flow:span fontSize="29"> lime-kilns in that 
tract of country, for the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a 
large part of the substance of the hills. Some of them, built years ago, and 
long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of the interior, which is 
open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting themselves into the chinks 
of the stones, look already like relics of antiquity, and may yet be overspread 
with the lichens of centuries to come. Others, where the lime-burner still 
feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of interest to the wanderer 
among the hills, who seats himself on
  a log of wood or a fragment of marble, to hold a chat with the solitary man. 
It is a lonesome, and, when the character is inclined to thought, may be an 
intensely thoughtful occupation; as it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who 
had mused to such strange purpose, in days gone by, while the fire in this very 
kiln was burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontSize="29">The man 
who now watched the fire was of a different order, and troubled himself with no 
thoughts save the very few that were requisite to his business. At frequent 
intervals, he flung back the clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his 
face from the insufferable glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the 
immense brands with a long pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and 
riotous flames, and the burning marble, almost molten with the intensity of 
heat; while without, the reflection of the fire quivered on the dark intricacy 
of the surrounding forest, and showed in the foreground a br
 ight and ruddy little picture of the hut, the spring beside its door, the 
athletic and coal-begrimed figure of the lime-burner, and the half-frightened 
child, shrinking into the protection of his father's shadow. And when again the 
iron door was closed, then reappeared the tender light of the half-full moon, 
which vainly strove to trace out the indistinct shapes of the neighboring 
mountains; and, in the upper sky, there was a flitting congregation of clouds, 
still faintly tinged with the rosy sunset, though thus far down into the valley 
the sunshine had vanished long and long 
ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
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-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
direction="rtl" paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" lineBreak="explicit" 
paddingTop="4" paddingLeft="4" blockProgression="rl" 
whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve" fontFamily="Times New Roman"><flow:p><flow:span 
fontFamily="Arial" fontLookup="device" fontSize="50">There are many 
</flow:span><flow:span fontStyle="italic" fontFamily="Arial" 
fontLookup="device" fontSize="50">such</flow:span><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" 
fontLookup="device" fontSize="50"> lime-kilns in that tract of country, for the 
purpose of burning the white marble which composes a large part of the 
substance of the hills. Some of them, built years ago, and long deserted, with 
weeds growing in the vacant round of the interior, which is open to the sky, 
and grass and wild-flowers rooting themselves into the chinks of the stones, 
look already like relics of antiquity, and may yet be overspread with the 
lichens of centuries to come. Others, where
  the lime-burner still feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of 
interest to the wanderer among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or 
a fragment of marble, to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, 
and, when the character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful 
occupation; as it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such 
strange purpose, in days gone by, while the fire in this very kiln was 
burning.</flow:span></flow:p><flow:p><flow:span fontFamily="Arial" 
fontLookup="device" fontSize="50">The man who now watched the fire was of a 
different order, and troubled himself with no thoughts save the very few that 
were requisite to his business. At frequent intervals, he flung back the 
clashing weight of the iron door, and, turning his face from the insufferable 
glare, thrust in huge logs of oak, or stirred the immense brands with a long 
pole. Within the furnace were seen the curling and riotous flames, and the 
burning marble
 , almost molten with the intensity of heat; while without, the reflection of 
the fire quivered on the dark intricacy of the surrounding forest, and showed 
in the foreground a bright and ruddy little picture of the hut, the spring 
beside its door, the athletic and coal-begrimed figure of the lime-burner, and 
the half-frightened child, shrinking into the protection of his father's 
shadow. And when again the iron door was closed, then reappeared the tender 
light of the half-full moon, which vainly strove to trace out the indistinct 
shapes of the neighboring mountains; and, in the upper sky, there was a 
flitting congregation of clouds, still faintly tinged with the rosy sunset, 
though thus far down into the valley the sunshine had vanished long and long 
ago.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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 <?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?>
 <!--
-  Licensed to the Apache Software Foundation (ASF) under one or more
-  contributor license agreements.  See the NOTICE file distributed with
-  this work for additional information regarding copyright ownership.
-  The ASF licenses this file to You under the Apache License, Version 2.0
-  (the "License"); you may not use this file except in compliance with
-  the License.  You may obtain a copy of the License at
-
-      http://www.apache.org/licenses/LICENSE-2.0
-
-  Unless required by applicable law or agreed to in writing, software
-  distributed under the License is distributed on an "AS IS" BASIS,
-  WITHOUT WARRANTIES OR CONDITIONS OF ANY KIND, either express or implied.
-  See the License for the specific language governing permissions and
-  limitations under the License.
+  This file contains content from Ethan Brand by Nathaniel Hawthorne,
+  now in the public domain.
 -->
 <flow:TextFlow xmlns:flow="http://ns.adobe.com/textLayout/2008"; fontSize="14" 
paragraphSpaceAfter="15" textIndent="15" paddingLeft="4" paddingTop="4" 
whiteSpaceCollapse="preserve"  fontFamily="Times New Roman"><flow:p><flow:span 
fontSize="29">There are many </flow:span><flow:span fontStyle="italic" 
fontSize="29">such</flow:span><flow:span fontSize="29"> lime-kilns in that 
tract of country, for the purpose of burning the white marble which composes a 
large part of the substance of the hills. Some of them, built years ago, and 
long deserted, with weeds growing in the vacant round of the interior, which is 
open to the sky, and grass and wild-flowers rooting themselves into the chinks 
of the stones, look already like relics of antiquity, and may yet be overspread 
with the lichens of centuries to come. Others, where the lime-burner still 
feeds his daily and nightlong fire, afford points of interest to the wanderer 
among the hills, who seats himself on a log of wood or a fragment of marbl
 e, to hold a chat with the solitary man. It is a lonesome, and, when the 
character is inclined to thought, may be an intensely thoughtful occupation; as 
it proved in the case of Ethan Brand, who had mused to such strange purpose, in 
days gone by.</flow:span></flow:p></flow:TextFlow>
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