[Editorial] Streights (of Gibraltar) → Straits

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 			<p>“Now I have done,” cried Captain Wentworth. “When once married people begin to attack me with⁠—‘Oh! you will think very differently, when you are married.’ I can only say, ‘No, I shall not;’ and then they say again, ‘Yes, you will,’ and there is an end of it.”</p>
 			<p>He got up and moved away.</p>
 			<p>“What a great traveller you must have been, ma’am!” said <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Musgrove to <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Croft.</p>
-			<p>“Pretty well, ma’am in the fifteen years of my marriage; though many women have done more. I have crossed the Atlantic four times, and have been once to the East Indies, and back again, and only once; besides being in different places about home: Cork, and Lisbon, and Gibraltar. But I never went beyond the Streights, and never was in the West Indies. We do not call Bermuda or Bahama, you know, the West Indies.”</p>
+			<p>“Pretty well, ma’am in the fifteen years of my marriage; though many women have done more. I have crossed the Atlantic four times, and have been once to the East Indies, and back again, and only once; besides being in different places about home: Cork, and Lisbon, and Gibraltar. But I never went beyond the Straits, and never was in the West Indies. We do not call Bermuda or Bahama, you know, the West Indies.”</p>
 			<p><abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Musgrove had not a word to say in dissent; she could not accuse herself of having ever called them anything in the whole course of her life.</p>
 			<p>“And I do assure you, ma’am,” pursued <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Croft, “that nothing can exceed the accommodations of a man-of-war; I speak, you know, of the higher rates. When you come to a frigate, of course, you are more confined; though any reasonable woman may be perfectly happy in one of them; and I can safely say, that the happiest part of my life has been spent on board a ship. While we were together, you know, there was nothing to be feared. Thank God! I have always been blessed with excellent health, and no climate disagrees with me. A little disordered always the first twenty-four hours of going to sea, but never knew what sickness was afterwards. The only time I ever really suffered in body or mind, the only time that I ever fancied myself unwell, or had any ideas of danger, was the winter that I passed by myself at Deal, when the Admiral (Captain Croft then) was in the North Seas. I lived in perpetual fright at that time, and had all manner of imaginary complaints from not knowing what to do with myself, or when I should hear from him next; but as long as we could be together, nothing ever ailed me, and I never met with the smallest inconvenience.”</p>
 			<p>“Aye, to be sure. Yes, indeed, oh yes! I am quite of your opinion, <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Croft,” was <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Musgrove’s hearty answer. “There is nothing so bad as a separation. I am quite of your opinion. I know what it is, for <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Musgrove always attends the assizes, and I am so glad when they are over, and he is safe back again.”</p>