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@@ -2263,7 +2263,7 @@ at Bridgecrap now, as happy as the day is long. You'd like to go to
 school, wouldn't you?"
 
 Lily cast a hasty glance at her father. His eyes did not meet hers, but
-she knew the profoundedly dejected droop of his head, and was acutely
+she knew the profoundly dejected droop of his head, and was acutely
 sensitive to the meaning of his silence.
 
 The atmosphere in which she and her father lived--of perpetually
@@ -3058,10 +3058,10 @@ The Hardinges came to live within a mile of Philip Stellenthorpe.
 The shock to him was less severe than if they had been people of whom
 he knew nothing, and the sacred tradition of Eleanor's day, that "the
 children were happiest in their own little nursery," was allowed to
-lapse when Lily between eighteen and nineteen years old, and Kenneth
-in his first term at school. Subtle and intangible conflict and the
-presence of the cheerful, commonplace Hardinges were unthinkable
-together in the same atmosphere.
+lapse when Lily was between eighteen and nineteen years old, and
+Kenneth in his first term at school. Subtle and intangible conflict
+and the presence of the cheerful, commonplace Hardinges were.
+unthinkable together in the same atmosphere.
 
 Dorothy Hardinge, no longer able to play hockey with any regularity,
 philosophically turned her attention to other forms of amusement, and
@@ -3081,7 +3081,7 @@ while Sylvia had three more years of school before her.
 
 Charlie and Ethel Hardinge gave tennis parties and small dances, and
 picnic parties, and talked as proudly and volubly of "the girls" as
-they had once talked of "the kiddies-widdies."
+they had once talked of "the kiddie-widdies."
 
 They included Lily and Kenneth in everything.
 
@@ -3805,7 +3805,7 @@ your journey as far as Rome. Your Cousin Ethel suggested sending one
 of the maids with you to Paris, and letting her see you into the train
 there. Or I could take you so far myself."
 
-Philip, sighed heavily. He detested travelling.
+Philip sighed heavily. He detested travelling.
 
 "Why couldn't I go by myself?" Lily demanded, suddenly rebellious. "I'm
 sure Cousin Ethel would let Dorothy."
@@ -4097,9 +4097,9 @@ sturdy arbour beneath which stood a rustic bench and table, and said:
 
 "_La Tonnelle._"
 
-Beyond lay a sloping track ground on which the vines grew round poles
-that stood in long, converging lines, reminding Lily of a miniature
-edition of a Kentish hop-field.
+Beyond lay a sloping track of ground on which the vines grew round
+poles that stood in long, converging lines, reminding Lily of a
+miniature edition of a Kentish hop-field.
 
 "Truly have not my lines fallen to me in pleasant places?" Aunt Clo
 enquired musingly. It was perhaps a slight relief to Lily that her tone
@@ -4252,7 +4252,7 @@ With her disconcerting penetration, Miss Stellenthorpe seemed to be
 aware of some such unsympathetic atmosphere surrounding her.
 
 "You mustn't resent my plain speaking. _Pour moi, il n'y a que la
-vérit._ When we have known one another a little longer, my Lily, you
+vérité._ When we have known one another a little longer, my Lily, you
 will realize that truth is an obsession with me. Nothing but the truth.
 Deceit in any shape or form is the one unforgivable sin!"
 
@@ -5102,7 +5102,7 @@ question.
 
 Lily had always supposed, on the rare occasions when she had given the
 matter a thought, that Aunt Clo must have remained unmarried because
-nobody had ever wanted to many her.
+nobody had ever wanted to marry her.
 
 It now became almost overwhelmingly evident that such had not been the
 case.
@@ -5539,7 +5539,7 @@ sarà!_ But for you, my Lily, what is it to be?"
 
 "I--I don't know," said Lily, very lamely indeed.
 
-Aunt Go looked more omniscient than ever, as she gazed at her niece.
+Aunt Clo looked more omniscient than ever, as she gazed at her niece.
 
 "So undeveloped a little soul, is it?" she mused tolerantly. "Love
 would do much for you, little one--perhaps all."
@@ -7947,7 +7947,7 @@ pupil, and was frankly captivated by the mingled courtesy and cheery
 good-fellowship shown towards her by Nicholas.
 
 "He makes me think of Chaucer's 'verrye parfit gentil knyghte,'" she
-said to Lily. "Childe dear, I feel the better for seeing you in your
+said to Lily. "Childie dear, I feel the better for seeing you in your
 happiness."
 
 Cousin Ethel, less classically, admitted to deriving similar benefit.
@@ -9116,7 +9116,7 @@ much of a commonplace that her first sight of the object of his new
 enthusiasm surprised her quite unexpectedly.
 
 Doris Dickenson belonged to the type of woman whose unfailing
-attraction for men remains forever incomprehensible to her own sex.
+attraction for men remains for ever incomprehensible to her own sex.
 
 Lily did not think her colourless, freckled, and rather heavy face in
 the least good-looking, her blue-green eyes were almost without lashes,
@@ -9535,7 +9535,7 @@ When Miss Stellenthorpe's visit became due, Lily said to her husband:
 
 "Why?" said Nicholas, looking astounded.
 
-"I thought she was only staying till Aunt Clo arrived; and Aunt Go will
+"I thought she was only staying till Aunt Clo arrived; and Aunt Clo will
 be here to-morrow."
 
 "Oh well--it isn't a sort of Box and Cox arrangement, is it? There's
@@ -10272,7 +10272,7 @@ The Marchese shrugged his shoulders.
 older! And you were never in love with him--of that I am very certain."
 
 "I thought I was--everyone told me I was----" she began, and added
-belatedly. "I can't discuss it with you. You must see that. Please
+belatedly, "I can't discuss it with you. You must see that. Please
 don't say any more."
 
 But he said a great deal more, and Lily, with a certain sense of
@@ -10410,7 +10410,7 @@ She was not surprised when he failed to follow her bungling attempt.
 brains, and I don't blame him if he got a little bit above his boots,
 eh?"
 
-She had scarcely ever hear Nicholas say a word in condemnation of
+She had scarcely ever heard Nicholas say a word in condemnation of
 anyone, and although the thought touched her, she was also impatient of
 his lack of discrimination.
 
@@ -10497,7 +10497,7 @@ But she was dimly aware that, as submission had blinded her once, so
 bitterness obscured her vision now.
 
 The old, inculcated instinct for seeking advice beset her often, but
-she derided it in the realization that no glib outside verdict could
+she decided it in the realization that no glib outside verdict could
 now carry weight with her.
 
 Half enviously, half mockingly, she thought of the old literary
@@ -11147,7 +11147,7 @@ and not to the Club. The old woman had left the drinks and things out,
 as she did every night before going off home, and the house was empty.
 It seemed safe enough, from the point of view of discovery. Heaven
 knows how she got the latch-key--I suppose she took it. She telephoned
-me next day at the Cub that she was coming to bring it back to me--she
+me next day at the Club that she was coming to bring it back to me--she
 hadn't the wit to know that I hated her like hell by that time and
 never wanted to go near her again. Though it was myself I ought to have
 hated--and did, too. Well, I thought if she was bent on coming, I'd let
@@ -11641,7 +11641,7 @@ Aunt Clo gave a melancholy smile at the mere supposition of anything so
 far removed from fact.
 
 "Why, you ask me, did I not come forward, did I not speak freely
-and frankly, as is ever my wont? _Ahimé! la verité, pour moi, c'est
+and frankly, as is ever my wont? _Ahimé! la vérité, pour moi, c'est
 tout!_ Why did I not cast the bulwark of my strength before so frail
 a fortress, one so near capitulation? I reply, Because I am proud.
 Yes! _c'est moi qui vous le dit_, child. I am deeply, intimately,
@@ -11800,7 +11800,7 @@ found, as he had always found, a fiction with which to drape the hard
 reality that he disliked.
 
 "You're not yourself at present, you know, my little pet. It's very
-natural. Your condition.... You'll look at it all very different
+natural. Your condition.... You'll look at it all very differently
 by-and-by."
 
 Thus Philip, deriving such comfort as he could from a fictitious
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index d96919b..113226f 100644
--- a/74452-h/74452-h.htm
+++ b/74452-h/74452-h.htm
@@ -18,6 +18,11 @@ body {
     clear: both;
 }
 
+h2 {
+  font-size: large;
+  font-weight: normal;
+}
+
 p {
     margin-top: .51em;
     text-align: justify;
@@ -166,7 +171,7 @@ sterile, illegitimate, and impossible."</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">AUTHOR'S FOREWORD</p>
+<h2>AUTHOR'S FOREWORD</h2>
 
 
 <p><i>Few novelists, if any, can have escaped the sprightly idiocy of a
@@ -200,7 +205,7 @@ have herself considered, and as she is not.</i></p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">I</p>
+<h2>I</h2>
 
 
 <p>Good women know by instinct that the younger generation, more
@@ -791,7 +796,7 @@ dreaming."</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">II</p>
+<h2>II</h2>
 
 
 <p>Lily never knew whether the night that she had fetched Nurse to come to
@@ -1465,7 +1470,7 @@ Vonnie earache any more.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">III</p>
+<h2>III</h2>
 
 
 <p>"There are some gypsies on the common, Father."</p>
@@ -2076,7 +2081,7 @@ knew that she would never get well again."</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">IV</p>
+<h2>IV</h2>
 
 
 <p>Philip did not want to send Lily to school. He and his wife had been
@@ -2366,7 +2371,7 @@ at Bridgecrap now, as happy as the day is long. You'd like to go to
 school, wouldn't you?"</p>
 
 <p>Lily cast a hasty glance at her father. His eyes did not meet hers, but
-she knew the profoundedly dejected droop of his head, and was acutely
+she knew the profoundly dejected droop of his head, and was acutely
 sensitive to the meaning of his silence.</p>
 
 <p>The atmosphere in which she and her father lived—of perpetually
@@ -2561,7 +2566,7 @@ feminine creatures there being educated.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">V</p>
+<h2>V</h2>
 
 
 <p>Lily formed and retained a very acute impression of the Bridgecrap
@@ -3106,7 +3111,7 @@ of God."</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">VI</p>
+<h2>VI</h2>
 
 
 <p>The least highly spirited amongst us, however easily cowed by outside
@@ -3159,7 +3164,7 @@ situation was saved by the Hardinges.</p>
 <p>The shock to him was less severe than if they had been people of whom
 he knew nothing, and the sacred tradition of Eleanor's day, that "the
 children were happiest in their own little nursery," was allowed to
-lapse when Lily between eighteen and nineteen years old, and Kenneth
+lapse when Lily was between eighteen and nineteen years old, and Kenneth
 in his first term at school. Subtle and intangible conflict and the
 presence of the cheerful, commonplace Hardinges were unthinkable
 together in the same atmosphere.</p>
@@ -3182,7 +3187,7 @@ while Sylvia had three more years of school before her.</p>
 
 <p>Charlie and Ethel Hardinge gave tennis parties and small dances, and
 picnic parties, and talked as proudly and volubly of "the girls" as
-they had once talked of "the kiddies-widdies."</p>
+they had once talked of "the kiddie-widdies."</p>
 
 <p>They included Lily and Kenneth in everything.</p>
 
@@ -3622,7 +3627,7 @@ she strove with shame to forget the very name of Colin Eastwood.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">VII</p>
+<h2>VII</h2>
 
 
 <p>"You must have a talk with Ethel, have a talk with Ethel," said Charlie
@@ -3905,7 +3910,7 @@ your journey as far as Rome. Your Cousin Ethel suggested sending one
 of the maids with you to Paris, and letting her see you into the train
 there. Or I could take you so far myself."</p>
 
-<p>Philip, sighed heavily. He detested travelling.</p>
+<p>Philip sighed heavily. He detested travelling.</p>
 
 <p>"Why couldn't I go by myself?" Lily demanded, suddenly rebellious. "I'm
 sure Cousin Ethel would let Dorothy."</p>
@@ -4098,7 +4103,7 @@ not expect to see them display gratitude.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">VIII</p>
+<h2>VIII</h2>
 
 
 <p>"Aha!" cried Aunt Clo in a loud, ringing contralto.</p>
@@ -4196,7 +4201,7 @@ sturdy arbour beneath which stood a rustic bench and table, and said:</p>
 
 <p>"<i>La Tonnelle.</i>"</p>
 
-<p>Beyond lay a sloping track ground on which the vines grew round poles
+<p>Beyond lay a sloping track of ground on which the vines grew round poles
 that stood in long, converging lines, reminding Lily of a miniature
 edition of a Kentish hop-field.</p>
 
@@ -4351,7 +4356,7 @@ were rather less candid in criticism of her niece's nearest relations.</p>
 aware of some such unsympathetic atmosphere surrounding her.</p>
 
 <p>"You mustn't resent my plain speaking. <i>Pour moi, il n'y a que la
-vérit.</i> When we have known one another a little longer, my Lily, you
+vérité.</i> When we have known one another a little longer, my Lily, you
 will realize that truth is an obsession with me. Nothing but the truth.
 Deceit in any shape or form is the one unforgivable sin!"</p>
 
@@ -4540,7 +4545,7 @@ said: "Youth, youth!" and have done with it.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">IX</p>
+<h2>IX</h2>
 
 
 <p>"To-day—I give battle!"</p>
@@ -5086,7 +5091,7 @@ faint smile had died upon her lips.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">X</p>
+<h2>X</h2>
 
 
 <p>Lily thought a good deal about her friendship with Nicholas Aubray.</p>
@@ -5199,7 +5204,7 @@ question.</p>
 
 <p>Lily had always supposed, on the rare occasions when she had given the
 matter a thought, that Aunt Clo must have remained unmarried because
-nobody had ever wanted to many her.</p>
+nobody had ever wanted to marry her.</p>
 
 <p>It now became almost overwhelmingly evident that such had not been the
 case.</p>
@@ -5594,7 +5599,7 @@ wax baby-doll lying at the very back of the wardrobe in her bedroom.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XI</p>
+<h2>XI</h2>
 
 
 <p>When Lily left Italy, it was with the definite certainty that Nicholas
@@ -5635,7 +5640,7 @@ sarà!</i> But for you, my Lily, what is it to be?"</p>
 
 <p>"I—I don't know," said Lily, very lamely indeed.</p>
 
-<p>Aunt Go looked more omniscient than ever, as she gazed at her niece.</p>
+<p>Aunt Clo looked more omniscient than ever, as she gazed at her niece.</p>
 
 <p>"So undeveloped a little soul, is it?" she mused tolerantly. "Love
 would do much for you, little one—perhaps all."</p>
@@ -6225,7 +6230,7 @@ time very low and gently.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XII</p>
+<h2>XII</h2>
 
 
 <p>"My little pet, you must decide for yourself."</p>
@@ -6631,7 +6636,7 @@ in harmony with her own as a lover than as a friend.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XIII</p>
+<h2>XIII</h2>
 
 
 <p>The person of whom Lily seemed to see least during the period of her
@@ -7169,7 +7174,7 @@ know——Well, dear," said Mrs. Hardinge in a sudden burst of courage,
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XIV</p>
+<h2>XIV</h2>
 
 
 <p>It was a surprise to Lily Aubray to learn, while she was still upon her
@@ -7668,7 +7673,7 @@ Nicholas Aubray.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XV</p>
+<h2>XV</h2>
 
 
 <p>Something which could hardly be called a reconciliation, but which
@@ -8043,7 +8048,7 @@ pupil, and was frankly captivated by the mingled courtesy and cheery
 good-fellowship shown towards her by Nicholas.</p>
 
 <p>"He makes me think of Chaucer's 'verrye parfit gentil knyghte,'" she
-said to Lily. "Childe dear, I feel the better for seeing you in your
+said to Lily. "Childie dear, I feel the better for seeing you in your
 happiness."</p>
 
 <p>Cousin Ethel, less classically, admitted to deriving similar benefit.</p>
@@ -8195,7 +8200,7 @@ between them, and his feelings would be hurt.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XVI</p>
+<h2>XVI</h2>
 
 
 <p>A year after Dorothy Hardinge's marriage, her father died suddenly.</p>
@@ -8783,7 +8788,7 @@ but she knew that she was missing happiness.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XVII</p>
+<h2>XVII</h2>
 
 
 <p>Nicholas Aubray had no idea that he made certain remarks at certain
@@ -9230,7 +9235,7 @@ much of a commonplace that her first sight of the object of his new
 enthusiasm surprised her quite unexpectedly.</p>
 
 <p>Doris Dickenson belonged to the type of woman whose unfailing
-attraction for men remains forever incomprehensible to her own sex.</p>
+attraction for men remains for ever incomprehensible to her own sex.</p>
 
 <p>Lily did not think her colourless, freckled, and rather heavy face in
 the least good-looking, her blue-green eyes were almost without lashes,
@@ -9302,7 +9307,7 @@ that possessed her in her constant perception of his lack of intuition.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XVIII</p>
+<h2>XVIII</h2>
 
 
 <p>"I say, Mrs. Aubray, do you think I leave you too long alone in the
@@ -9648,7 +9653,7 @@ for if she could provide other companionship for him.</p>
 
 <p>"Why?" said Nicholas, looking astounded.</p>
 
-<p>"I thought she was only staying till Aunt Clo arrived; and Aunt Go will
+<p>"I thought she was only staying till Aunt Clo arrived; and Aunt Clo will
 be here to-morrow."</p>
 
 <p>"Oh well—it isn't a sort of Box and Cox arrangement, is it? There's
@@ -9921,7 +9926,7 @@ dropping of detached pieces of information concerning yourself."</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XIX</p>
+<h2>XIX</h2>
 
 
 <p>"I'm very sorry you're going, very sorry indeed," said Nicholas.</p>
@@ -10384,7 +10389,7 @@ and simplicity.</p>
 older! And you were never in love with him—of that I am very certain."</p>
 
 <p>"I thought I was—everyone told me I was——" she began, and added
-belatedly. "I can't discuss it with you. You must see that. Please
+belatedly, "I can't discuss it with you. You must see that. Please
 don't say any more."</p>
 
 <p>But he said a great deal more, and Lily, with a certain sense of
@@ -10522,7 +10527,7 @@ real thoughts to her husband.</p>
 brains, and I don't blame him if he got a little bit above his boots,
 eh?"</p>
 
-<p>She had scarcely ever hear Nicholas say a word in condemnation of
+<p>She had scarcely ever heard Nicholas say a word in condemnation of
 anyone, and although the thought touched her, she was also impatient of
 his lack of discrimination.</p>
 
@@ -10557,7 +10562,7 @@ could sincerely assure herself that she loved her husband.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XX</p>
+<h2>XX</h2>
 
 
 <p>No dramatic crisis came to break down the endless monotony of Lily's
@@ -10608,7 +10613,7 @@ from you at the bidding of those who read its name Morbidity.</p>
 bitterness obscured her vision now.</p>
 
 <p>The old, inculcated instinct for seeking advice beset her often, but
-she derided it in the realization that no glib outside verdict could
+she decided it in the realization that no glib outside verdict could
 now carry weight with her.</p>
 
 <p>Half enviously, half mockingly, she thought of the old literary
@@ -11182,7 +11187,7 @@ be erased, the irrevocable revoked.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XXI</p>
+<h2>XXI</h2>
 
 
 <p>A certain grave, curt manner and lengthening of face had always been
@@ -11258,7 +11263,7 @@ and not to the Club. The old woman had left the drinks and things out,
 as she did every night before going off home, and the house was empty.
 It seemed safe enough, from the point of view of discovery. Heaven
 knows how she got the latch-key—I suppose she took it. She telephoned
-me next day at the Cub that she was coming to bring it back to me—she
+me next day at the Club that she was coming to bring it back to me—she
 hadn't the wit to know that I hated her like hell by that time and
 never wanted to go near her again. Though it was myself I ought to have
 hated—and did, too. Well, I thought if she was bent on coming, I'd let
@@ -11653,7 +11658,7 @@ finality.</p>
 
 <hr class="chap">
 
-<p class="ph2">XXII</p>
+<h2>XXII</h2>
 
 
 <p>The unendurable circumstance remains unaltered. The alteration is in
@@ -11751,7 +11756,7 @@ myself upon others."</p>
 far removed from fact.</p>
 
 <p>"Why, you ask me, did I not come forward, did I not speak freely
-and frankly, as is ever my wont? <i>Ahimé! la verité, pour moi, c'est
+and frankly, as is ever my wont? <i>Ahimé! la vérité, pour moi, c'est
 tout!</i> Why did I not cast the bulwark of my strength before so frail
 a fortress, one so near capitulation? I reply, Because I am proud.
 Yes! <i>c'est moi qui vous le dit</i>, child. I am deeply, intimately,
@@ -11910,7 +11915,7 @@ found, as he had always found, a fiction with which to drape the hard
 reality that he disliked.</p>
 
 <p>"You're not yourself at present, you know, my little pet. It's very
-natural. Your condition.... You'll look at it all very different
+natural. Your condition.... You'll look at it all very differently
 by-and-by."</p>
 
 <p>Thus Philip, deriving such comfort as he could from a fictitious