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authorpgww <pgww@lists.pglaf.org>2026-04-25 19:27:34 -0700
committerpgww <pgww@lists.pglaf.org>2026-04-25 19:27:34 -0700
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Error corrections - errata #21569HEADmain
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@@ -1703,7 +1703,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
and besides the charred organic remains they had secured several
discoloured metal discs. I examined them with care, and there was no doubt
that they were trouser buttons. I even distinguished that one of them was
- marked with the name of &lsquo;Hyams,&rsquo; who was Oldacres tailor. I then worked
+ marked with the name of &lsquo;Hyams,&rsquo; who was Oldacre's tailor. I then worked
the lawn very carefully for signs and traces, but this drought has made
everything as hard as iron. Nothing was to be seen save that some body or
bundle had been dragged through a low privet hedge which is in a line with
@@ -2853,7 +2853,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
of what has passed there.&rdquo;
</p>
<p>
- &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a terrible business,&rdquo; said the stationmaster. &ldquo;They are shot, both
+ &ldquo;It&rsquo;s a terrible business,&rdquo; said the station-master. &ldquo;They are shot, both
Mr. Hilton Cubitt and his wife. She shot him and then herself&mdash;so the
servants say. He&rsquo;s dead and her life is despaired of. Dear, dear, one of
the oldest families in the county of Norfolk, and one of the most
@@ -3098,7 +3098,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
</p>
<p>
It was a lady&rsquo;s hand-bag which stood upon the study table&mdash;a trim
- little handbag of crocodile-skin and silver. Holmes opened it and turned
+ little hand-bag of crocodile-skin and silver. Holmes opened it and turned
the contents out. There were twenty fifty-pound notes of the Bank of
England, held together by an india-rubber band&mdash;nothing else.
</p>
@@ -6869,7 +6869,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
over the leaves of this volume until he came to the entry which he sought.
Then, with an angry gesture of his clenched hand, he closed the book,
replaced it in the corner, and put out the light. He had hardly turned to
- leave the hut when Hopkin&rsquo;s hand was on the fellow&rsquo;s collar, and I heard
+ leave the hut when Hopkins&rsquo;s hand was on the fellow&rsquo;s collar, and I heard
his loud gasp of terror as he understood that he was taken. The candle was
relit, and there was our wretched captive, shivering and cowering in the
grasp of the detective. He sank down upon the sea-chest, and looked
@@ -7343,7 +7343,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
me thanks, for I saved them the price of a hempen rope.&rdquo;
</p>
<p>
- &ldquo;A very clear statement said Holmes,&rdquo; rising and lighting his pipe. &ldquo;I
+ &ldquo;A very clear statement,&rdquo; said Holmes, &ldquo;rising and lighting his pipe. &ldquo;I
think, Hopkins, that you should lose no time in conveying your prisoner to
a place of safety. This room is not well adapted for a cell, and Mr.
Patrick Cairns occupies too large a proportion of our carpet.&rdquo;
@@ -8654,7 +8654,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
convenient to meet us at Baker Street at six o&rsquo;clock this evening. Until
then I should like to keep this photograph, found in the dead man&rsquo;s
pocket. It is possible that I may have to ask your company and assistance
- upon a small expedition which will have be undertaken to-night, if my
+ upon a small expedition which will have to be undertaken to-night, if my
chain of reasoning should prove to be correct. Until then good-bye and
good luck!&rdquo;
</p>
@@ -10236,7 +10236,7 @@ a:hover {color:red}
Gilchrist&rsquo;s tan gloves a-lying in that chair. I knew those gloves well,
and I understood their message. If Mr. Soames saw them, the game was up. I
flopped down into that chair, and nothing would budge me until Mr. Soames
- he went for you. Then out came my poor young master, whom I had dandled on
+ went for you. Then out came my poor young master, whom I had dandled on
my knee, and confessed it all to me. Wasn&rsquo;t it natural, sir, that I should
save him, and wasn&rsquo;t it natural also that I should try to speak to him as
his dead father would have done, and make him understand that he could not