[Editorial] Uncensor word

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 				<p>“The guard is under arms, I imagine,” was <abbr>M.</abbr> le duc’s comment on this not altogether unforeseen piece of news.</p>
 				<p>“Everything is in perfect order,” replied the head-bailiff cooly, “for the defence of <abbr>M.</abbr> le duc and his property⁠—and of Mademoiselle.”</p>
 				<p><abbr>M.</abbr> le duc, who had been lounging in one of the big armchairs in the stately hall of Kernogan, jumped to his feet at these words: his cheeks suddenly pallid, and a look of deadly fear in his eyes.</p>
-				<p>“Mademoiselle,” he said hurriedly, “by G‑d, Labrunière, I had forgotten⁠—momentarily⁠—”</p>
+				<p>“Mademoiselle,” he said hurriedly, “by God, Labrunière, I had forgotten⁠—momentarily⁠—”</p>
 				<p>“<abbr>M.</abbr> le duc?” stammered the bailiff in anxious inquiry.</p>
 				<p>“Mademoiselle de Kernogan is on her way home⁠—even now⁠—she spent the day with <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> la Marquise d’Herbignac⁠—she was to return at about eight o’clock.⁠ ⁠… If those devils meet her carriage on the road.⁠ ⁠…”</p>
 				<p>“There is no cause for anxiety, <abbr>M.</abbr> le duc,” broke in Labrunière hurriedly. “I will see that half a dozen men get to horse at once and go and meet Mademoiselle and escort her home.⁠ ⁠…”</p>