Merge pull request #1 from Chairzard/Send-to-PGHEADmain

Corrections

2 files changed, 21 insertions, 22 deletions

diff --git a/86-0.txt b/86-0.txt
index 4e03584..2fb2593 100644
--- a/86-0.txt
+++ b/86-0.txt
@@ -408,7 +408,7 @@ so I drew him aside and said in his ear:
 
 “Let you _what_?”
 
-“_Hinder_ me, then, if the word please thee better.  Then he went
+“_Hinder_ me, then, if the word please thee better.”  Then he went
 on to say he was an under-cook and could not stop to gossip,
 though he would like it another time; for it would comfort his
 very liver to know where I got my clothes.  As he started away he
@@ -422,7 +422,7 @@ by his gait, he was satisfied with himself.  He was pretty enough
 to frame.  He arrived, looked me over with a smiling and impudent
 curiosity; said he had come for me, and informed me that he was a page.
 
-“Go 'long,” I said; “you ain't more than a paragraph.”
+“Go ’long,” I said; “you ain't more than a paragraph.”
 
 It was pretty severe, but I was nettled.  However, it never phazed
 him; he didn't appear to know he was hurt.  He began to talk and
@@ -1224,7 +1224,7 @@ To note all this, occupied but a second.  The next second Clarence
 had slipped from some place of concealment and was pouring news
 into my ear, his eyes beaming with triumph and gladness.  He said:
 
-“Tis through _me_ the change was wrought!  And main hard have I worked
+“’Tis through _me_ the change was wrought!  And main hard have I worked
 to do it, too.  But when I revealed to them the calamity in store,
 and saw how mighty was the terror it did engender, then saw I also
 that this was the time to strike!  Wherefore I diligently pretended,
@@ -5953,8 +5953,8 @@ my hands and groaned out this word--as it were in agony:
 of people moan and howl when that crimson hell joined the blue!
 After sixty seconds I shouted:
 
-“Transvaaltruppentropentransporttrampelthiertreibertrauungsthraenen-
-tragoedie!”
+“Transvaaltruppentropentransporttrampelthiertreibertrauungsthraenentrag-
+oedie!”
 
 --and lit up the green fire!  After waiting only forty seconds this
 time, I spread my arms abroad and thundered out the devastating
@@ -7987,8 +7987,8 @@ not of, and was shut away from mortal sight.  And so there was
 no parting, for in his fancy I went with him; he knew not but
 I went with him, my hand in his--my young soft hand, not this
 withered claw.  Ah, yes, to go, and know it not; to separate and
-know it not; how could one go peace--fuller than that?  It was
-his reward for a cruel life patiently borne.”
+know it not; how could one go peacefuler than that?  It was his
+reward for a cruel life patiently borne.”
 
 There was a slight noise from the direction of the dim corner where
 the ladder was.  It was the king descending.  I could see that he
@@ -9087,7 +9087,7 @@ of course.  At a first glance, things appeared to be exceeding
 prosperous in this little tributary kingdom--whose lord was
 King Bagdemagus--as compared with the state of things in my own
 region.  They had the “protection” system in full force here,
-whereas we were working along down toward free-trade, by easy
+whereas we were working along down toward free trade, by easy
 stages, and were now about half way.  Before long, Dowley and I
 were doing all the talking, the others hungrily listening.  Dowley
 warmed to his work, snuffed an advantage in the air, and began
@@ -10015,7 +10015,7 @@ anything more than an average man, if he was up that high.
 
 Confound him, he wearied me with arguments to show that in anything
 like a fair market he would have fetched twenty-five dollars,
-sure--a thing which was plainly nonsense, and full or the baldest
+sure--a thing which was plainly nonsense, and full of the baldest
 conceit; I wasn't worth it myself.  But it was tender ground for
 me to argue on.  In fact, I had to simply shirk argument and do
 the diplomatic instead.  I had to throw conscience aside, and
@@ -12719,7 +12719,7 @@ trust ourselves among them, anyway.  But he could seldom be turned
 from a purpose once formed; so we shut off the electric current
 from the fences, took an escort along, climbed over the enclosing
 ramparts of dead knights, and moved out upon the field.  The first
-wounded mall who appealed for help was sitting with his back
+wounded man who appealed for help was sitting with his back
 against a dead comrade.  When The Boss bent over him and spoke
 to him, the man recognized him and stabbed him.  That knight was
 Sir Meliagraunce, as I found out by tearing off his helmet.  He
@@ -12836,7 +12836,7 @@ Sandy?...”
 He lay muttering incoherently some little time; then for a time he
 lay silent, and apparently sinking away toward death.  Presently
 his fingers began to pick busily at the coverlet, and by that sign
-I knew that his end was at hand with the first suggestion of the
+I knew that his end was at hand.  With the first suggestion of the
 death-rattle in his throat he started up slightly, and seemed
 to listen: then he said:
 
diff --git a/86-h/86-h.htm b/86-h/86-h.htm
index 0e694b2..c7b4994 100644
--- a/86-h/86-h.htm
+++ b/86-h/86-h.htm
@@ -760,7 +760,7 @@ KING ARTHUR’S COURT</h2>
       “Let you <i>what?</i>”
      </p>
     <p>
-      “<i>Hinder</i> me, then, if the word please thee better. Then he
+      “<i>Hinder</i> me, then, if the word please thee better.” Then he
       went on to say he was an under-cook and could not stop to gossip, though
       he would like it another time; for it would comfort his very liver to know
       where I got my clothes. As he started away he pointed and said
@@ -1738,7 +1738,7 @@ THE ECLIPSE</h2>
       ear, his eyes beaming with triumph and gladness. He said:
     </p>
     <p>
-      “Tis through <i>me</i> the change was wrought! And main hard have I
+      “’Tis through <i>me</i> the change was wrought! And main hard have I
       worked to do it, too. But when I revealed to them the calamity in
       store, and saw how mighty was the terror it did engender, then saw I also
       that this was the time to strike! Wherefore I diligently pretended,
@@ -5130,7 +5130,7 @@ IN THE QUEEN’S DUNGEONS</h2>
       without saying&mdash;but my idea is, to have it cut up into forty free
       sects, so that they will police each other, as had been the case in the
       United States in my time. Concentration of power in a political
-      machine is bad; and and an Established Church is only a political machine;
+      machine is bad; and an Established Church is only a political machine;
       it was invented for that; it is nursed, cradled, preserved for that; it is
       an enemy to human liberty, and does no good which it could not better do
       in a split-up and scattered condition. That wasn’t law; it wasn’t
@@ -7301,8 +7301,7 @@ RESTORATION OF THE FOUNTAIN</h2>
       After sixty seconds I shouted:
     </p>
     <p>
-      “Transvaaltruppentropentransporttrampelthiertreibertrauungsthraenen-
-      tragoedie!”
+      “Transvaaltruppentropentransporttrampelthiertreibertrauungsthraenentragoedie!”
      </p>
     <p>
       &mdash;and lit up the green fire! After waiting only forty seconds
@@ -9710,7 +9709,7 @@ THE SMALLPOX HUT</h2>
       no parting, for in his fancy I went with him; he knew not but I went with
       him, my hand in his&mdash;my young soft hand, not this withered claw.
       Ah, yes, to go, and know it not; to separate and know it not; how
-      could one go peace&mdash;fuller than that? It was his reward for a
+      could one go peacefuler than that? It was his reward for a
       cruel life patiently borne.”
      </p>
     <p>
@@ -10998,7 +10997,7 @@ SIXTH CENTURY POLITICAL ECONOMY</h2>
       appeared to be exceeding prosperous in this little tributary kingdom&mdash;whose
       lord was King Bagdemagus&mdash;as compared with the state of things in my
       own region. They had the “protection” system in full force here,
-      whereas we were working along down toward free-trade, by easy stages, and
+      whereas we were working along down toward free trade, by easy stages, and
       were now about half way. Before long, Dowley and I were doing all
       the talking, the others hungrily listening. Dowley warmed to his
       work, snuffed an advantage in the air, and began to put questions which he
@@ -12171,7 +12170,7 @@ A PITIFUL INCIDENT</h2>
     <p>
       Confound him, he wearied me with arguments to show that in anything like a
       fair market he would have fetched twenty-five dollars, sure&mdash;a thing
-      which was plainly nonsense, and full or the baldest conceit; I wasn’t
+      which was plainly nonsense, and full of the baldest conceit; I wasn’t
       worth it myself. But it was tender ground for me to argue on. In
       fact, I had to simply shirk argument and do the diplomatic instead. I
       had to throw conscience aside, and brazenly concede that he ought to have
@@ -15456,7 +15455,7 @@ unconditionally to the Republic, and all will be forgiven.
       One thing seemed to be sufficiently demonstrated: our current was so
       tremendous that it killed before the victim could cry out. Pretty soon we
       detected a muffled and heavy sound, and next moment we guessed what it
-      was. It was a surprise in force coming! whispered Clarence to go and
+      was. It was a surprise in force coming! I whispered Clarence to go and
       wake the army, and notify it to wait in silence in the cave for further
       orders. He was soon back, and we stood by the inner fence and
       watched the silent lightning do its awful work upon that swarming host.
@@ -15559,7 +15558,7 @@ A POSTSCRIPT BY CLARENCE</h2>
       them, anyway. But he could seldom be turned from a purpose once
       formed; so we shut off the electric current from the fences, took an
       escort along, climbed over the enclosing ramparts of dead knights, and
-      moved out upon the field. The first wounded mall who appealed for
+      moved out upon the field. The first wounded man who appealed for
       help was sitting with his back against a dead comrade. When The Boss
       bent over him and spoke to him, the man recognized him and stabbed him.
       That knight was Sir Meliagraunce, as I found out by tearing off his
@@ -15694,7 +15693,7 @@ A POSTSCRIPT BY CLARENCE</h2>
       He lay muttering incoherently some little time; then for a time he lay
       silent, and apparently sinking away toward death. Presently his
       fingers began to pick busily at the coverlet, and by that sign I knew that
-      his end was at hand with the first suggestion of the death-rattle in his
+      his end was at hand. With the first suggestion of the death-rattle in his
       throat he started up slightly, and seemed to listen: then he said:
     </p>
     <p>