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@@ -1740,7 +1740,7 @@ requests, partly because she loved to show her
 own superior attainments, and partly because of a very
 definite conviction, which she had never yet put into
 words, that it was always worth while to show oneself
-agreeable. In consequence of this complacence, she
+agreeable. In consequence of this complaisance, she
 was seldom at a loss for companionship in play-time.
 There was always someone to walk about with, arms
 round one another’s waists after the immemorial
@@ -2456,7 +2456,7 @@ was silent.</p>
 grace, and dispensed the soup.</p>
 
 <p>“I say, what tommy-rot it is your not playing
-hockey, Lydie. Bee and I have got a match on to-morrow
+hockey, Lyddie. Bee and I have got a match on to-morrow
 afternoon.”</p>
 
 <p>“Can’t I come and watch you play?”</p>
@@ -2900,7 +2900,7 @@ humiliating admission:</p>
 deficient in physical courage than is any other imaginative
 egotist, who sets the importance of cutting a<span class="pagenum" id="Page_65">[65]</span>
 figure far above any incidental bodily risk that may
-be incurred in cutting in, she successfully avoided at
+be incurred in cutting it, she successfully avoided at
 least the appearance of running away from the ball.</p>
 
 <p>The game, of course, was what was known to the
@@ -6677,7 +6677,7 @@ her work, and only pretended a little modest hesitation.</p>
 
 <p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_154">[154]</span>“I am afraid you wouldn’t find them very interesting—but
 I should like to know if you think there’s
-any hope for me, Mr. ——”</p>
+any hope for me, Mr.——”</p>
 
 <p>“My name is Margoliouth,” said he.</p>
 
@@ -6941,7 +6941,7 @@ yourself at the Polytechnic, dear; mind and not
 take cold coming out from those hot places this bitter
 weather.” Then later: “This Mr. Margoliouth seems
 very attractive. Don’t let him break your little heart,
-dear!”</p>
+dear!!”</p>
 
 <p>The two notes of exclamation denoted Aunt Beryl’s
 humorous intention, as Lydia well knew. But one day
@@ -8764,7 +8764,7 @@ even sympathy in all that Olive told her, and was conscious
 of feeling both pleased and flattered when, as
 they entered Regency Terrace again, Olive remarked
 with what, by the Senthoven standards, perilously approached
-to sentiment.</p>
+to sentiment:</p>
 
 <p>“I must say, ole gurl, I never thought you’d turn
 out such a decent sort.”</p>
@@ -9277,7 +9277,7 @@ of the entrance-hall.</p>
 <p>She had only given her own name, rather to Lydia’s
 vexation.</p>
 
-<p>The hostess, who rustled forward in an elaborate tea-gown,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span> 
+<p>The hostess, who rustled forward in an elaborate tea-gown,<span class="pagenum" id="Page_217">[217]</span>
 upset Lydia’s preconceived ideas of the literary
 Lady Honoret altogether.</p>
 
@@ -9554,7 +9554,7 @@ place of business all the week.”</p>
 <p>She could not have imagined beforehand that she
 would ever make such an announcement during the
 course of an afternoon call upon Lady Honoret, but
-the mention of starving plumbers and Liverpool bar-maids<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span> 
+the mention of starving plumbers and Liverpool bar-maids<span class="pagenum" id="Page_224">[224]</span>
 had convinced her that such candour would prove
 merely an additional asset in her favour.</p>
 
@@ -12008,7 +12008,7 @@ very thick, Lydia.”</p>
 Nathalie only spoke of the thin, patent-leather, high-heeled
 things as “boots” by courtesy.</p>
 
-<p>Lydia remembered Lady Mary Damerel’s substantial
+<p>Lydia remembered Lady Lucy Damerel’s substantial
 footwear, and bought a pair of thick country shoes the
 next time that they went into Clyst Milton.</p>
 
@@ -12399,7 +12399,7 @@ momentarily caused in these literary circles was now
 apparently forgotten, and although Lydia resolutely
 told herself that she had expected nothing less, she
 could not help noticing that instead of being introduced
-to visitors as the new discov’ey, she was now
+to visitors as the new discove’y, she was now
 either left unpresented, or referred to as “my husband’s
 secreta’y, who does sums so ve’y, ve’y marvellously.
 Poor little <i>me</i> can never add two and two together, you
@@ -14688,7 +14688,7 @@ stacked together in a heap.</p>
 
 <p>Just as Lydia was looking at them, a very little boy
 of not more than five years old succeeded in clambering
-to the summit of the pile, and stool there triumphant,
+to the summit of the pile, and stood there triumphant,
 precariously straddling from the top of one hurdle to
 another.</p>
 
@@ -15532,7 +15532,7 @@ carriage, helpless and puzzled.</p>
 
 <p>What had that impossible youth said to little Jennie
 under the syringa-bushes in the dark drive—why had
-they taken that way home—that was no way at all—from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_367">[367]</span> 
+they taken that way home—that was no way at all—from<span class="pagenum" id="Page_367">[367]</span>
 the Four Acres field? It must have been at
 Jennie’s suggestion, for how could Mr. Valentine have
 known anything about it? How long had they been
@@ -15640,7 +15640,7 @@ before seeking any rest, she carefully put in order all
 the tumbled contents in the plain chest of drawers and
 dressing-table. It partly assuaged her vague sensation
 of anxiety to be occupied, and partly caused her to feel
-certain a slight amusement at the thought of Jennie’s
+a certain slight amusement at the thought of Jennie’s
 indignant protests could she have seen her mother at
 work.</p>
 
@@ -16938,7 +16938,7 @@ your little Charlie is all right. He’ll be out of it
 all at his age.”</p>
 
 <p>“He’s only thirteen,” said the Colonel gruffly.
-“They’ll rush’em through like anything, though. I’m
+“They’ll rush ’em through like anything, though. I’m
 glad now that they neither of them had a fancy for
 soldiering, and chose the Navy instead. They can be<span class="pagenum" id="Page_401">[401]</span>
 made use of right away, young as they are, if they’re
@@ -19736,7 +19736,7 @@ back again to his seat in front of the writing-table.</p>
 <p>His attitude was one familiar to Lydia, and, indeed,
 to all those who knew him: one knee crossed over the
 other, his hands lightly joined together, his chair turned
-sideways to the light that fell from the little reading-lamp<span class="pagenum" id="Page_468">[468]</span> 
+sideways to the light that fell from the little reading-lamp<span class="pagenum" id="Page_468">[468]</span>
 upon his thin grey hair and kind, simple face, that
 held little of learning or of great shrewdness.</p>
 
@@ -20303,3 +20303,4 @@ surrounding her.</p>
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