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 				<p>“I have underground passages here and secret doors,” she said, taking out a small morocco portfolio. “It’s a funny cupboard, isn’t it? And in this portfolio I have a quarter of my fortune. Look how podgy it is! You won’t strangle me, will you?”</p>
 				<p>Susanna raised her eyes to the lieutenant and laughed good-naturedly. The lieutenant laughed too.</p>
 				<p>“She’s rather jolly,” he thought, watching the keys flashing between her fingers.</p>
-				<p>“Here it is,” she said, picking out the key of the portfolio. “Now, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Creditor, trot out the <abbr epub:type="z3998:initialism" class="eoc">I.O.U.</abbr> What a silly thing money is really! How paltry it is, and yet how women love it! I am a Jewess, you know, to the marrow of my bones. I am passionately fond of Shmuls and Yankels, but how I loathe that passion for gain in our Semitic blood. They hoard and they don’t know what they are hoarding for. One ought to live and enjoy oneself, but they’re afraid of spending an extra farthing. In that way I am more like an hussar than a Shmul. I don’t like money to be kept long in one place. And altogether I fancy I’m not much like a Jewess. Does my accent give me away much, eh?”</p>
+				<p>“Here it is,” she said, picking out the key of the portfolio. “Now, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Creditor, trot out the <abbr class="eoc" epub:type="z3998:initialism">I.O.U.</abbr> What a silly thing money is really! How paltry it is, and yet how women love it! I am a Jewess, you know, to the marrow of my bones. I am passionately fond of Shmuls and Yankels, but how I loathe that passion for gain in our Semitic blood. They hoard and they don’t know what they are hoarding for. One ought to live and enjoy oneself, but they’re afraid of spending an extra farthing. In that way I am more like an hussar than a Shmul. I don’t like money to be kept long in one place. And altogether I fancy I’m not much like a Jewess. Does my accent give me away much, eh?”</p>
 				<p>“What shall I say?” mumbled the lieutenant. “You speak good Russian, but you do roll your <i epub:type="z3998:grapheme">r</i>’s.”</p>
 				<p>Susanna laughed and put the little key in the lock of the portfolio. The lieutenant took out of his pocket a little roll of <abbr epub:type="z3998:initialism">I.O.U.</abbr>s and laid them with a notebook on the table.</p>
 				<p>“Nothing betrays a Jew as much as his accent,” Susanna went on, looking gaily at the lieutenant. “However much he twists himself into a Russian or a Frenchman, ask him to say ‘feather’ and he will say ‘fedder’⁠ ⁠… but I pronounce it correctly: ‘Feather! feather! feather!’ ”</p>