[Editorial] Remove ligature

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 			<p>Here was a resistance which Anita Bellini had never anticipated. There was not the stuff of sweet reasonableness in her. She had made her way in the world by the force of her character, and her simulations had been confined to hiding her too frequent fits of anger. It was not in her to persuade⁠—she must command or do nothing.</p>
 			<p>“You’re going to make me look foolish. I’ve promised⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“I don’t care what I make you look.” Greta’s head was quivering with determination. “It’s not my fault. And whom have you promised?” Without waiting for a reply: “You know how I loath that house at Wimbledon and those awfully creepy Japanese men of yours.”</p>
-			<p>“Javanese. They’re quite nice people. If you refer to your encyclopædia you will discover they are inoffensive, peace-loving, and domestic.”</p>
+			<p>“Javanese. They’re quite nice people. If you refer to your encyclopaedia you will discover they are inoffensive, peace-loving, and domestic.”</p>
 			<p>But sarcasm was wasted on Greta.</p>
 			<p>“That may be or may not be,” she said. “All I know is that I’m not coming with you.”</p>
 			<p>“Stay and be⁠—stay till tomorrow!” snapped the elder woman. “I shan’t waste my time or go down on my hands and knees to you. You owe me a lot, Greta⁠—”</p>