[Editorial] Undo some punctuation changes

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 			<p>“While there’s life there’s hope, you know <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Kazallon; out of a hundred chances, ninety-nine may be against us, but perhaps the odd one may be in our favour. Besides, I believe that our case is not without precedent. In the year 1795 a three-master, the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Juno</i>, was precisely in the same half-sunk, waterlogged condition as ourselves; and yet with her passengers and crew clinging to her topmasts she drifted for twenty days, until she came in sight of land, when those who had survived the deprivation and fatigue were saved. So let us not despair; let us hold on to the hope that the survivors of the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Chancellor</i> may be equally fortunate.”</p>
 			<p>I was only too conscious that there was not much to be said in support of Curtis’s sanguine view of things, and that the force of reason pointed all the other way; but I said nothing, deriving what comfort I could from the fact that the captain did not yet despond of an ultimate rescue.</p>
 			<p>As it was necessary to be prepared to abandon the ship almost at a moment’s notice, Dowlas was making every exertion to hurry on the construction of the raft. A little before midnight he was on the point of conveying some planks for this purpose, when, to his astonishment and horror, he found that the framework had totally disappeared. The ropes that had attached it to the vessel had snapped as she became vertically displaced, and probably it had been adrift for more than an hour.</p>
-			<p>The crew were frantic at this new misfortune, and shouting, “Overboard with the masts!” they began to cut down the rigging preparatory to taking possession of the masts for a new raft.</p>
+			<p>The crew were frantic at this new misfortune, and shouting “Overboard with the masts!” they began to cut down the rigging preparatory to taking possession of the masts for a new raft.</p>
 			<p>But here Curtis interposed:⁠—</p>
 			<p>“Back to your places, my men; back to your places. The ship will not sink yet, so don’t touch a rope until I give you leave.”</p>
 			<p>The firmness of the captain’s voice brought the men to their senses, and although some of them could ill disguise their reluctance, all returned to their posts.</p>

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 			<p>We were just on the point of embarking at 7 <abbr>a.m.</abbr> when the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Chancellor</i> all at once began to sink so rapidly that the carpenter and men who were on the raft were obliged with all speed to cut the ropes that secured it to the vessel to prevent it from being swallowed up in the eddying waters. Anxiety, the most intense, took possession of us all. At the very moment when the ship was descending into the fathomless abyss, the raft, our only hope of safety, was drifting off before our eyes. Two of the sailors and an apprentice, beside themselves with terror, threw themselves headlong into the sea; but it was evident from the very first that they were quite powerless to combat the winds and waves. Escape was impossible; they could neither reach the raft, nor return to the ship. Curtis tied a rope round his waist and tried to swim to their assistance; but long before he could reach them the unfortunate men, after a vain struggle for life, sank below the waves and were seen no more. Curtis, bruised and beaten with the surf that raged about the mastheads, was hauled back to the ship.</p>
 			<p>Meantime, Dowlas and his men, by means of some spars which they used as oars, were exerting themselves to bring back the raft, which had drifted about two cables-lengths away; but, in spite of all their efforts, it was fully an hour⁠—an hour which seemed to us, waiting as we were with the water up to the level of the topmasts, like an eternity⁠—before they succeeded in bringing the raft alongside, and lashing it once again to the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Chancellor</i>’s mainmast.</p>
 			<p>Not a moment was then to be lost. The waves were eddying like a whirlpool around the submerged vessel, and numbers of enormous air-bubbles were rising to the surface of the water.</p>
-			<p>The time was come. At Curtis’s word, “Embark!” we all hurried to the raft. André who insisted upon seeing Miss Herbey go first, was helped safely on to the platform, where his father immediately joined him. In a very few minutes all except Curtis and old O’Ready had left the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Chancellor</i>.</p>
+			<p>The time was come. At Curtis’s word “Embark!” we all hurried to the raft. André who insisted upon seeing Miss Herbey go first, was helped safely on to the platform, where his father immediately joined him. In a very few minutes all except Curtis and old O’Ready had left the <i epub:type="se:name.vessel.ship">Chancellor</i>.</p>
 			<p>Curtis remained standing on the maintop, deeming it not only his duty, but his right, to be the last to leave the vessel he had loved so well, and the loss of which he so much deplored.</p>
 			<p>“Now then, old fellow off of this!” cried the captain to the old Irishman, who did not move.</p>
 			<p>“And is it quite sure ye are that she’s sinkin?” he said.</p>