Semanticate

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 			<p>“But,” said the magistrate, “I expect shortly to see Madame Gerdy here; she, too, must have received a summons.”</p>
 			<p>“I know it, sir, but it is impossible for her to appear. She is ill in bed.”</p>
 			<p>“Seriously?”</p>
-			<p>“So seriously that you will be obliged, I think, to give up all hope of her testimony. She is attacked with a disease which, in the words of my friend, <abbr>Dr.</abbr> Herve, never forgives. It is something like inflammation of the brain, if I am not mistaken. It may be that her life will be saved, but she will never recover her reason. If she does not die, she will be insane.”</p>
+			<p>“So seriously that you will be obliged, I think, to give up all hope of her testimony. She is attacked with a disease which, in the words of my friend, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Herve, never forgives. It is something like inflammation of the brain, if I am not mistaken. It may be that her life will be saved, but she will never recover her reason. If she does not die, she will be insane.”</p>
 			<p><abbr>M.</abbr> Daburon appeared greatly vexed. “This is very annoying,” he muttered. “And you think, my dear sir, that it will be impossible to obtain any information from her?”</p>
 			<p>“It is useless even to hope for it. She has completely lost her reason. She was, when I left her, in such a state of utter prostration that I fear she can not live through the day.”</p>
 			<p>“And when was she attacked by this illness?”</p>

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 			<p>“And the other, who is up there, the dark fellow?”</p>
 			<p>The orator would have gone on, without doubt, giving the most satisfactory explanations of everything, if he had not been interrupted by the entrance of <abbr>M.</abbr> Lubin, who came from the Palais in company of young Joseph. His success, so brilliant up to this time, was cut short, just like that of a second-rate singer when the star of the evening comes on the stage. The entire assembly turned towards Albert’s valet, all eyes questioning him. He of course knew all, he was the man they wanted. He did not take advantage of his position, and keep them waiting.</p>
 			<p>“What a rascal!” he exclaimed at first. “What a villainous fellow is this Albert!”</p>
-			<p>He entirely did away with the “<abbr>Mr.</abbr>” and the “Viscount,” and met with general approval for doing so.</p>
+			<p>He entirely did away with the “<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr>” and the “Viscount,” and met with general approval for doing so.</p>
 			<p>“However,” he added, “I always had my doubts. The fellow didn’t please me by half. You see now to what we are exposed every day in our profession, and it is dreadfully disagreeable. The magistrate did not conceal it from me. ‘<abbr>M.</abbr> Lubin,’ said he, ‘it is very sad for a man like you to have waited on such a scoundrel.’ For you must know, that, besides an old woman over eighty years old, he also assassinated a young girl of twelve. The little child, the magistrate told me, was chopped into bits.”</p>
 			<p>“Ah!” put in Joseph; “he must have been a great fool. Do people do those sort of things themselves when they are rich, and when there are so many poor devils who only ask to gain their living?”</p>
 			<p>“Pshaw!” said <abbr>M.</abbr> Lubin in a knowing tone; “you will see him come out of it as white as snow. These rich men can do anything.”</p>
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 			<p>Above her head was placed a little vessel, filled with ice water, which fell drop by drop upon her forehead, covered with large bluish spots. The table and mantelpiece were covered with little pots, medicine bottles, and half-emptied glasses. At the foot of the bed, a piece of rag stained with blood showed that the doctor had just had recourse to leeches.</p>
 			<p>Near the fireplace, where was blazing a large fire, a nun of the order of <abbr>St.</abbr> Vincent de Paul was kneeling, watching a saucepan. She was a young woman, with a face whiter than her cap. Her immovably placid features, her mournful look, betokened the renunciation of the flesh, and the abdication of all independence of thought.</p>
 			<p>Her heavy grey costume hung about her in large ungraceful folds. Every time she moved, her long chaplet of beads of coloured boxwood, loaded with crosses and copper medals, shook and trailed along the floor with a noise like a jingling of chains.</p>
-			<p><abbr>Dr.</abbr> Herve was seated on a chair opposite the bed, watching, apparently with close attention, the nun’s preparations. He jumped up as Noel entered.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Herve was seated on a chair opposite the bed, watching, apparently with close attention, the nun’s preparations. He jumped up as Noel entered.</p>
 			<p>“At last you are here,” he said, giving his friend a strong grasp of the hand.</p>
 			<p>“I was detained at the Palais,” said the barrister, as if he felt the necessity of explaining his absence; “and I have been, as you may well imagine, dreadfully anxious.”</p>
 			<p>He leant towards the doctor’s ear, and in a trembling voice asked: “Well, is she at all better?”</p>

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 			<p>“Sir,” stammered the girl in tears, “this is the third time I have knocked, and you have not answered. Come, I implore you. I am afraid madame is dying!”</p>
 			<p>He followed her to Madame Gerdy’s room. He must have found the poor woman terribly changed, for he could not restrain a movement of terror. The invalid struggled painfully beneath her coverings. Her face was of a livid paleness, as though there was not a drop of blood left in her veins; and her eyes, which glittered with a sombre light, seemed filled with a fine dust. Her hair, loose and disordered, falling over her cheeks and upon her shoulders, contributed to her wild appearance. She uttered from time to time a groan hardly audible, or murmured unintelligible words. At times, a fiercer pang than the former ones forced a cry of anguish from her. She did not recognise Noel.</p>
 			<p>“You see, sir,” said the servant.</p>
-			<p>“Yes. Who would have supposed her malady could advance so rapidly? Quick, run to <abbr>Dr.</abbr> Herve’s, tell him to get up, and to come at once, tell him it is for me.” And he seated himself in an armchair, facing the suffering woman.</p>
-			<p><abbr>Dr.</abbr> Herve was one of Noel’s friends, an old schoolfellow, and the companion of his student days. The doctor’s history differed in nothing from that of most young men, who, without fortune, friends, or influence, enter upon the practice of the most difficult, the most hazardous of professions that exist in Paris, where one sees so many talented young doctors forced, to earn their bread, to place themselves at the disposition of infamous drug vendors. A man of remarkable courage and self-reliance, Herve, his studies over, said to himself, “No, I will not go and bury myself in the country, I will remain in Paris, I will there become celebrated. I shall be surgeon-in-chief of an hospital, and a knight of the Legion of Honour.”</p>
+			<p>“Yes. Who would have supposed her malady could advance so rapidly? Quick, run to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Herve’s, tell him to get up, and to come at once, tell him it is for me.” And he seated himself in an armchair, facing the suffering woman.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Dr.</abbr> Herve was one of Noel’s friends, an old schoolfellow, and the companion of his student days. The doctor’s history differed in nothing from that of most young men, who, without fortune, friends, or influence, enter upon the practice of the most difficult, the most hazardous of professions that exist in Paris, where one sees so many talented young doctors forced, to earn their bread, to place themselves at the disposition of infamous drug vendors. A man of remarkable courage and self-reliance, Herve, his studies over, said to himself, “No, I will not go and bury myself in the country, I will remain in Paris, I will there become celebrated. I shall be surgeon-in-chief of an hospital, and a knight of the Legion of Honour.”</p>
 			<p>To enter upon this path of thorns, leading to a magnificent triumphal arch, the future academician ran himself twenty thousand francs in debt to furnish a small apartment. Here, armed with a patience which nothing could fatigue, an iron resolution that nothing could subdue, he struggled and waited. Only those who have experienced it can understand what sufferings are endured by the poor, proud man, who waits in a black coat, freshly shaven, with smiling lips, while he is starving of hunger! The refinements of civilization have inaugurated punishments which put in the shade the cruelties of the savage. The unknown physician must begin by attending the poor who cannot pay him. Sometimes too the patient is ungrateful. He is profuse in promises whilst in danger; but, when cured, he scorns the doctor, and forgets to pay him his fee.</p>
 			<p>After seven years of heroic perseverance, Herve has secured at last a circle of patients who pay him. During this he lived and paid the exorbitant interest of his debt, but he is getting on. Three or four pamphlets, and a prize won without much intrigue, have attracted public attention to him. But he is no longer the brave young enthusiast, full of the faith and hope that attended him on his first visits. He still wishes, and more than ever, to acquire distinction, but he no longer expects any pleasure from his success. He used up that feeling in the days when he had not wherewith to pay for his dinner. No matter how great his fortune may be in the days to come, he has already paid too dearly for it. For him future success is only a kind of revenge. Less than thirty-five years old, he is already sick of the world, and believes in nothing. Under the appearance of universal benevolence he conceals universal scorn. His finesse, sharpened by the grindstone of adversity, has become mischievous. And, while he sees through all disguises worn by others, he hides his penetration carefully under a mask of cheerful good nature and jovialness. But he is kind, he loves his friends, and is devoted to them.</p>
 			<p>He arrived, hardly dressed, so great had been his haste. His first words on entering were, “What is the matter?”</p>