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@@ -972,7 +972,7 @@ monotony of each day as it slipped by. With her mother there had been
 no security at all. They had come from China when Lydia was five,
 and she could only just remember a little about the voyage, and the
 terrible parting from her Amah. After that, they had been in London,
-sometimes at a boarding-house sometimes in rooms, once in a big hotel
+sometimes at a boarding-house, sometimes in rooms, once in a big hotel
 where Lydia had had her first alarming, unforgettable experience of
 going up and downstairs in a lift. When Lydia was six, and her father
 had gone back to China, she and her mother had stayed first with one
@@ -1373,7 +1373,7 @@ Lydia always acceded very graciously to such frequent 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 was seldom at a loss for
+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 schoolgirl
 practice, heads close together under black or scarlet tam o’ shanter,
@@ -1977,7 +1977,7 @@ Only Uncle Robert, small, and sallow, and spectacled, was silent.
 He sat at the foot of the table, said a brief, muttered grace, and
 dispensed the soup.
 
-“I say, what tommy-rot it is your not playing hockey, Lydie. Bee and I
+“I say, what tommy-rot it is your not playing hockey, Lyddie. Bee and I
 have got a match on to-morrow afternoon.”
 
 “Can’t I come and watch you play?”
@@ -2354,7 +2354,7 @@ admission:
 Lydia resigned herself, and since she was no more deficient in physical
 courage than is any other imaginative egotist, who sets the importance
 of cutting a figure far above any incidental bodily risk that may
-be incurred in cutting in, she successfully avoided at least the
+be incurred in cutting it, she successfully avoided at least the
 appearance of running away from the ball.
 
 The game, of course, was what was known to the Senthovens as “a rag”
@@ -5514,7 +5514,7 @@ was eager enough for a verdict upon her work, and only pretended a
 little modest hesitation.
 
 “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. ----”
+to know if you think there’s any hope for me, Mr.----”
 
 “My name is Margoliouth,” said he.
 
@@ -5734,7 +5734,7 @@ preferred to secure herself against any charge of secretiveness.
 At first Aunt Beryl only wrote back, “Glad you enjoyed 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!”
+very attractive. Don’t let him break your little heart, dear!!”
 
 The two notes of exclamation denoted Aunt Beryl’s humorous intention,
 as Lydia well knew. But one day she wrote more seriously.
@@ -7263,7 +7263,7 @@ Nevertheless, Lydia Raymond expressed interest and 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.
+sentiment:
 
 “I must say, ole gurl, I never thought you’d turn out such a decent
 sort.”
@@ -10306,7 +10306,7 @@ the publication of her book had 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 either left unpresented, or referred to as “my
+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 _me_ can never add two and two together, you know....”
 
@@ -12222,7 +12222,7 @@ stacked together in a heap.
 
 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, precariously straddling from the top of one
+stood there triumphant, precariously straddling from the top of one
 hurdle to another.
 
 “He ought not--it isn’t safe,” flashed through Lydia’s mind, and almost
@@ -13032,7 +13032,7 @@ She did not feel as though she could sleep, and 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 indignant
+feel a certain slight amusement at the thought of Jennie’s indignant
 protests could she have seen her mother at work.
 
 It was all unreasonable enough, too, Lydia reflected dryly, for
@@ -14109,7 +14109,7 @@ Greenwich. You know his brother has had to rejoin his ship?”
 “He seems so young,” sighed Lydia. “Well, anyhow, your little Charlie
 is all right. He’ll be out of it all at his age.”
 
-“He’s only thirteen,” said the Colonel gruffly. “They’ll rush’em
+“He’s only thirteen,” said the Colonel gruffly. “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
 made use of right away, young as they are, if they’re wanted.”