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@@ -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: