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This is an example post for Magenta Interiors. I can’t think of much to say here, other than the fact that so far I am fairly impressed with WordPress as a website builder. I don’t know what else to say really, so will insert a chapter of Oliver Twist.

The room in which the boys were fed, was a large stone hall, with a copper
[a large, heated copper pot] at one end: out of which the master, dressed in an
apron for the purpose, and assisted by one or two women, ladled the gruel [a
watery cereal like very thin oatmeal] at mealtimes. Of this festive composition each
boy had one porringer [small bowl], and no more—except on occasions of great
public rejoicing, when he had two ounces and a quarter of bread besides.
The bowls never wanted washing. The boys polished them with their spoons till
they shone again; and when they had performed this operation (which never took
very long, the spoons being nearly as large as the bowls), they would sit staring
at the copper, with such eager eyes, as if they could have devoured the very
bricks of which it was composed; employing themselves, meanwhile, in sucking
their fingers most assiduously [diligently], with the view of catching up any stray
splashes of gruel that might have been cast thereon. Boys have generally excellent
appetites. Oliver Twist and his companions suffered the tortures of slow starvation
for three months: at last they got so voracious and wild with hunger, that one boy,
who was tall for his age, and hadn’t been used to that sort of thing (for his father
had kept a small cook-shop), hinted darkly to his companions, that unless he had
another basin of gruel per diem [each day], he was afraid he might some night
happen to eat the boy who slept next him, who happened to be a weakly youth of
tender age. He had a wild, hungry eye; and they implicitly believed him. A council
was held; lots [objects, such as straws, that would be taken out of a container
to make a decision or choice] were cast who should walk up to the master after
supper that evening, and ask for more; and it fell to Oliver Twist.
The evening arrived; the boys took their places. The master, in his cook’s uniform,
stationed himself at the copper; his pauper [poor] assistants ranged themselves
behind him; the gruel was served out; and a long grace was said over the short
commons. The gruel disappeared; the boys whispered each other, and winked at
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Oliver; while his next neighbors nudged him. Child as he was, he was desperate
with hunger, and reckless with misery. He rose from the table; and advancing
to the master, basin and spoon in hand, said: somewhat alarmed at his own
temerity [bravery]:
“Please, sir, I want some more.”
The master was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied
astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds, and then clung for support to
the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the boys with fear.
“What!” said the master at length, in a faint voice.
“Please, sir,” replied Oliver, “I want some more.”
The master aimed a blow at Oliver’s head with the ladle; pinioned [trapped] him in
his arm; and shrieked aloud for the beadle [an official].
The board were sitting in solemn conclave [meeting], when Mr. Bumble rushed into
the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,
“Mr. Limbkins, I beg your pardon, sir! Oliver Twist has asked for more!”
There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance [face].
“For more!” said Mr. Limbkins. “Compose yourself, Bumble, and answer me
distinctly [clearly]. Do I understand that he asked for more, after he had eaten the
supper allotted by the dietary?”
“He did, sir,” replied Bumble.
“That boy will be hung,” said the gentleman in the white waistcoat. “I know that
boy will be hung.”
Nobody controverted [argued with] the prophetic gentleman’s opinion. An
animated discussion took place. Oliver was ordered into instant confinement; and
a bill was next morning pasted on the outside of the gate, offering a reward of five
pounds to anybody who would take Oliver Twist off the hands of the parish. In
other words, five pounds and Oliver Twist were offered to any man or woman who
wanted an apprentice to any trade, business, or calling.