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diff --git a/src/epub/text/a-cock-crowed.xhtml b/src/epub/text/a-cock-crowed.xhtml
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 		<article id="a-cock-crowed" epub:type="se:short-story">
 			<h2 epub:type="title">A Cock Crowed</h2>
 			<p>Madame Berthe d’Avancelles up to that time had resisted all the prayers of her despairing admirer, Baron Joseph de Croissard. In Paris during the winter he had pursued her ardently, and now he was giving fêtes and shooting parties in her honour at his château at Carville, in Normandy.</p>
-			<p>Monsieur d’Avancelles, her husband, saw nothing and knew nothing, as usual. It was said that he lived apart from his wife on account of physical weakness, for which Madame d’Avancelles would not pardon him. He was a stout, bald little man, with short arms, legs, neck, nose and everything else, while Madame d’Avancelles, on the contrary, was a tall, dark and determined young woman, who laughed loudly in her husband’s face, while he called her openly “<abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Housewife,” and who looked at the broad shoulders, strong build and fair moustaches of her recognized admirer, Baron Joseph de Croissard, with a certain amount of tenderness.</p>
+			<p>Monsieur d’Avancelles, her husband, saw nothing and knew nothing, as usual. It was said that he lived apart from his wife on account of physical weakness, for which Madame d’Avancelles would not pardon him. He was a stout, bald little man, with short arms, legs, neck, nose and everything else, while Madame d’Avancelles, on the contrary, was a tall, dark and determined young woman, who laughed loudly in her husband’s face, while he called her openly “<abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Housewife,” and who looked at the broad shoulders, strong build and fair moustaches of her recognized admirer, Baron Joseph de Croissard, with a certain amount of tenderness.</p>
 			<p>She had not, however, granted him anything as yet. The Baron was ruining himself for her, and there was a constant round of fêtes, hunting parties and new pleasures, to which he invited the neighbouring nobility. All day long the hounds bayed in the woods, as they followed the fox or the wild boar, and every night dazzling fireworks mingled their burning plumes with the stars, while the illuminated windows of the drawing room cast long rays of light on the wide lawns, where shadows were moving to and fro.</p>
 			<p>It was autumn, the russet-coloured season, and the leaves were whirling about on the grass like flights of birds. One noticed the smell of damp earth in the air, of the naked earth, as one smells the odour of naked flesh, when a woman’s dress falls from her, after a ball.</p>
 			<p>One evening in the previous spring, during an entertainment, Madame d’Avancelles had said to Monsieur de Croissard, who was worrying her by his importunities: “If I do succumb to you, my friend, it will not be before the fall of the leaf. I have too many things to do this summer to have any time for it.” He had not forgotten that bold and amusing speech, and every day he became more pressing, every day he advanced in his approaches, and gained a step in the heart of the fair, audacious woman, who seemed only to be resisting for form’s sake.</p>

diff --git a/src/epub/text/a-divorce-case.xhtml b/src/epub/text/a-divorce-case.xhtml
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 	<body epub:type="bodymatter z3998:fiction">
 		<article id="a-divorce-case" epub:type="se:short-story">
 			<h2 epub:type="title">A Divorce Case</h2>
-			<p><abbr>Mme.</abbr> Chassel’s counsel began his speech: My Lord, gentlemen of the jury, the case which I am called on to defend before you would more suitably be treated by medicine than by justice and constitutes much more a pathological case than an ordinary case of law. At first sight the facts seem simple.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Chassel’s counsel began his speech: My Lord, gentlemen of the jury, the case which I am called on to defend before you would more suitably be treated by medicine than by justice and constitutes much more a pathological case than an ordinary case of law. At first sight the facts seem simple.</p>
 			<p>A young man, of considerable wealth, of a high-minded and ardent nature, a generous heart, falls in love with a supremely beautiful young girl, more than beautiful, adorable, as gracious, as charming, as good, and as tender as she is pretty, and he marries her.</p>
 			<p>For some time, he conducts himself towards her as a solicitous and affectionate husband; then he neglects her, bullies her, seems to feel for her an insurmountable aversion, an unconquerable dislike. One day even, he strikes her, not only without any right, but even without any excuse.</p>
 			<p>I will not labour to represent to you, gentlemen, his strange behaviour, incomprehensible to everyone. I will not paint for you the unspeakable life of these two creatures and the frightful grief of this young woman.</p>

diff --git a/src/epub/text/a-family.xhtml b/src/epub/text/a-family.xhtml
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 			<p>Then I was shown my room, to wash and dress, for it was nearly dinnertime. On the stairs I heard a great noise of footsteps, and turned round. All the children were following me in a procession, behind their father, doubtless to do me honour.</p>
 			<p>My room looked out over the plain, an endless, bare expanse, a sea of grass, wheat and oats, without a single clump of trees or the suspicion of a hill. It was a sad and striking image of life as it must be lived in that house.</p>
 			<p>A bell rang. It was for dinner. I went down.</p>
-			<p><abbr>Mme.</abbr> Radevin took my arm with a ceremonial air and we went into the dining room. A servant was pushing up the old man’s armchair, and as soon as it was in position by his plate, he threw a greedy and inquisitive look towards the pudding, with difficulty turning his shaking head from one dish to the other.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Radevin took my arm with a ceremonial air and we went into the dining room. A servant was pushing up the old man’s armchair, and as soon as it was in position by his plate, he threw a greedy and inquisitive look towards the pudding, with difficulty turning his shaking head from one dish to the other.</p>
 			<p>Simon rubbed his hands. “You will be amused,” he said, and all the children, realising that I was to be regaled with the spectacle of greedy Grandpa, burst into a chorus of laughter, while their mother merely smiled and shrugged her shoulders.</p>
 			<p>Radevin made a megaphone with his hands and bawled at the old man:</p>
 			<p>“Sweet rice mould this evening.”</p>

diff --git a/src/epub/text/a-sale.xhtml b/src/epub/text/a-sale.xhtml
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 			<p>The defendants, Brument (Césaire-Isidore) and Cornu (Prosper-Napoléon), appeared at the Seine-Inférieure Assizes, charged with attempting the murder, by drowning, of the woman Brument, lawful wife of the first of the said defendants.</p>
 			<p>The two accused are seated side by side in the dock. They are two peasants. The first is little and stout, with short arms, short legs and a round head; his red face, all bursting with pimples, squats without the least sign of a neck on top of a body equally round and equally short. He breeds pigs and lives at Cacheville-la-Goupil, in the district of Criquetot.</p>
 			<p>Cornu (Prosper-Napoléon) is thin, of medium height, with arms of disproportionate length. He has a crooked jaw and he squints. A blue blouse as long as a shirt falls to his knees, and his scant yellow hair, plastered down on his skull, gives his face a worn, dirty and hideously raddled air. He has been nicknamed “the priest” because he can give a perfect imitation of church hymns and even the sound of the church serpent. He keeps a public-house at Criquetot, and this talent of his attracts to the place a great many customers who prefer “Cornu’s Mass” to the good God’s.</p>
-			<p><abbr>Mme.</abbr> Brument, seated on the witness stand, is a skinny peasant woman whose drowsy placidity is never shaken. She sits unmoving, hands crossed on knees, with an unwinking stare and an air of stupidity.</p>
+			<p><abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Brument, seated on the witness stand, is a skinny peasant woman whose drowsy placidity is never shaken. She sits unmoving, hands crossed on knees, with an unwinking stare and an air of stupidity.</p>
 			<p>The president proceeds with the examination.</p>
-			<p>“Well, then, <abbr>Mme.</abbr> Brument, they entered your house and threw you into a barrel full of water. Tell us the facts in detail. Stand up.”</p>
+			<p>“Well, then, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Brument, they entered your house and threw you into a barrel full of water. Tell us the facts in detail. Stand up.”</p>
 			<p>She stands up. She seems as tall as a mast, under the bonnet that covers her head with a white dome. She tells her tale in a drawling voice:</p>
 			<p>“I was shelling haricots. And then they came in. I thought to myself: ‘What’s up with them? They’re not themselves; they’re up to mischief.’ They kept looking at me out of the corners of their eyes, like this, especially Cornu, owing to his squint. I didn’t like to see them together, because they’re never up to much good when they’re together. I says to them: ‘What d’you want with me?’ They didn’t answer. I had, as you might say, a suspicion⁠ ⁠…”</p>
 			<p>The prisoner Brument interrupted her statement vehemently; he declared:</p>
@@ -23,9 +23,9 @@
 			<p>The president, severely: “You wish us to understand that you were drunk?”</p>
 			<p>Brument: “Yes, I was tipsy all right.”</p>
 			<p>Cornu: “It might happen to anyone.”</p>
-			<p>The president, to the victim: “Proceed with your statement, <abbr>Mme.</abbr> Brument.”</p>
+			<p>The president, to the victim: “Proceed with your statement, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mme.</abbr> Brument.”</p>
 			<p>“Well, then Brument said to me: ‘D’you want to earn five francs?’ ‘Yes,’ said I, seeing you don’t pick five francs up in every gutter. Then he says to me: ‘Keep your eyes open and do as I do,’ and then he goes and fetches the big empty barrel that stands under the spout at the corner; and then he turns it up, and then he carries it into my kitchen, and then he sets it down in the middle of the floor, and then he says to me: ‘Go and fetch enough water to fill it.’</p>
-			<p>“So then I goes to the pond with two buckets and I fetch water, and still more water for nigh on an hour, seeing that barrel’s as big as a vat, saving your honour, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> President.</p>
+			<p>“So then I goes to the pond with two buckets and I fetch water, and still more water for nigh on an hour, seeing that barrel’s as big as a vat, saving your honour, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> President.</p>
 			<p>“While I was doing it, Brument and Cornu were having a drink, and then another drink, and then another drink. They were filling themselves up together, and I said: ‘It’s you that’s full, fuller than the barrel.’ And then that Brument answers: ‘Don’t you worry, get on with your job, your turn’s coming, everyone gets what’s coming to them.’ I takes no notice of his talk, seeing he was tipsy.</p>
 			<p>“When the barrel was full to the brim, I says: ‘There, I’ve done it.’</p>
 			<p>“And then Cornu gives me five francs. Not Brument⁠—Cornu; it was Cornu gave me them. And Brument says to me: ‘Do you want to earn another five francs?’</p>
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 			<p>“ ‘If you don’t like it, keep your chemise on, we’ve no objection to that.’</p>
 			<p>“Five francs is five francs, so I strips, but I didn’t like stripping in front of those two good-for-nothings. I takes off my bonnet, and then my bodice, and then my petticoat, and then my sabots. Brument says to me: ‘Keep your stockings on, we’re decent fellows, we are.’</p>
 			<p>“And that Cornu repeats: ‘We’re decent fellows, we are.’</p>
-			<p>“And there I am, like our mother Eve, as you might say. And they stands up, but they couldn’t stand straight, they was so drunk, saving your honour, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> President.</p>
+			<p>“And there I am, like our mother Eve, as you might say. And they stands up, but they couldn’t stand straight, they was so drunk, saving your honour, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> President.</p>
 			<p>“I says to them: ‘What mischief are you up to?’</p>
 			<p>“And Brument says: ‘Are we ready?’</p>
 			<p>“Cornu says: ‘Ready it is.’</p>
@@ -85,7 +85,7 @@
 			<p>“I says:</p>
 			<p>“ ‘Right, it’s agreed. But the water that pours over will run away: what are you going to do to gather it up again?’</p>
 			<p>“Then he thinks I’m a booby, and he explains that he’ll only have to pour back what’s run out of the barrel as soon as his wife has got out of it. The amount of water we had to add, would be the total. I reckon ten buckets: that’s a cubic metre. He’s not so stupid when he’s tipsy, the rascal, all the same!</p>
-			<p>“To cut it short, we go off to his house, and I examine the goods specified. As pretty women go, she’s not a pretty woman. Everyone can see that for themselves, seeing she’s sitting there. I says to myself: ‘I’ve been done; never mind, it’s all one: pretty or ugly, a woman’s just as much use, isn’t she now, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> President? And then I see for certain that she’s as thin as a match. I says to myself: ‘There’s not four hundred litres there!’ I know what I’m talking about, being used to dealing in liquids.</p>
+			<p>“To cut it short, we go off to his house, and I examine the goods specified. As pretty women go, she’s not a pretty woman. Everyone can see that for themselves, seeing she’s sitting there. I says to myself: ‘I’ve been done; never mind, it’s all one: pretty or ugly, a woman’s just as much use, isn’t she now, <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mr.</abbr> President? And then I see for certain that she’s as thin as a match. I says to myself: ‘There’s not four hundred litres there!’ I know what I’m talking about, being used to dealing in liquids.</p>
 			<p>“She’s told you the way we arranged it. I even let her keep her chemise and her stockings on, a clear loss to me.</p>
 			<p>“When it was over, what d’you think? She runs off. I says: ‘Here! Brument, she’s getting away.’</p>
 			<p>“He replies: ‘Don’t you be afraid, I’ll always get her back again. She’ll have to come home to go to bed. I’m going to reckon the deficit.’</p>

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 			<p>It would be attractive inside if it were finished. But it is far from that.</p>
 			<p>Two sections especially attract me: that of the comestibles and that of the Fine Arts. Alas! there really are preserved fruits of Grasse here, and a thousand other good things to eat. But⁠—it is forbidden to sell them! One may only look at them! And that is so as not to injure the trade of the town! To exhibit sweetmeats for the mere pleasure of looking at them, and forbid anybody to taste them, really seems to be one of the finest inventions of the human mind.</p>
 			<p>The Fine Arts are⁠—in preparation! Yet some halls are open, where one may see very fine landscapes by Harpignies, Guillemet, Le Poittevin, a superb portrait of Mademoiselle Alice Regnault by Courtois, a delightful Béraud, <abbr class="eoc">etc.</abbr> As for the rest⁠—when they are unpacked!</p>
-			<p>As one must see everything on visiting a place, I will treat myself to an air trip in the balloon of <abbr>MM.</abbr> Godard and Company.</p>
+			<p>As one must see everything on visiting a place, I will treat myself to an air trip in the balloon of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">MM.</abbr> Godard and Company.</p>
 			<p>The mistral is blowing. The balloon is swaying in an uneasy way. Suddenly there is an explosion; the cords of the net have broken. The public is forbidden to come within the enclosure, and I also am turned out.</p>
 			<p>I climb upon my carriage and survey the scene.</p>
 			<p>Every moment another rope snaps with a singular noise, and the brown skin of the balloon attempts to rise from the meshes that hold it. Then suddenly, under a more violent gust of wind, there is an immense tear from top to bottom of the great ball, which falls together like a limp cloth, torn and dead.</p>

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 	<body epub:type="bodymatter z3998:fiction">
 		<article id="a-walk" epub:type="se:short-story">
 			<h2 epub:type="title">A Walk</h2>
-			<p>When old Levas, bookkeeper in the service of <abbr>Messrs.</abbr> Labuze and Company, left the shop, he stood for some moments dazzled by the brilliance of the setting sun. All day long he had worked in the yellow light of a gas-jet, in the depths of the back part of the shop, which looked on to a courtyard as narrow and deep as a well. So dark was the little room in which he had spent his days for the past forty years that, even in the height of summer, artificial light was rarely to be dispensed with between the hours of twelve and three.</p>
+			<p>When old Levas, bookkeeper in the service of <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Messrs.</abbr> Labuze and Company, left the shop, he stood for some moments dazzled by the brilliance of the setting sun. All day long he had worked in the yellow light of a gas-jet, in the depths of the back part of the shop, which looked on to a courtyard as narrow and deep as a well. So dark was the little room in which he had spent his days for the past forty years that, even in the height of summer, artificial light was rarely to be dispensed with between the hours of twelve and three.</p>
 			<p>It was always damp and cold there; and the smell from the ditch under the window came into the gloomy room, filling it with an odour of decay and drains.</p>
 			<p>For forty years Monsieur Levas had been arriving at this prison at eight o’clock each morning, and staying there till seven at night, bent over his ledgers, writing with the savage concentration of a good workman.</p>
 			<p>He was now making three thousand francs a year, having begun at fifteen hundred francs. He had remained a bachelor, his means not permitting him to take a wife. And, never having had anything, he did not desire much. From time to time, however, wearying of his monotonous and endless task, he would formulate a Platonic wish: “Lord, if I had five thousand pounds, I’d have an easy time of it.” But he never had had an easy time, having never had anything but his monthly salary.</p>
@@ -76,7 +76,7 @@
 			<p>“Look.⁠ ⁠… What is that?”</p>
 			<p>Then with a cry she collapsed into the arms of her companion, who was forced to lower her on to the ground.</p>
 			<p>The keepers, promptly summoned, let down from the tree the body of an old man, hanged by his braces.</p>
-			<p>It was discovered that death had taken place the previous evening. Papers found on the man showed that he was a bookkeeper at <abbr>Messrs.</abbr> Labuze and Company, and that his name was Levas.</p>
+			<p>It was discovered that death had taken place the previous evening. Papers found on the man showed that he was a bookkeeper at <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Messrs.</abbr> Labuze and Company, and that his name was Levas.</p>
 			<p>Death was attributed to suicide from a cause unknown. Possibly temporary insanity?</p>
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