[Editorial] highroad -> high road

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 				<p epub:type="title">A Tragedy in the Forest of Morgues</p>
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 			<p>The village was terror-stricken.</p>
-			<p>It was on a Sunday morning. The peasants of Saint-Nicolas and the neighbourhood were coming out of church and spreading across the square, when, suddenly, the women who were walking ahead and who had already turned into the highroad fell back with loud cries of dismay.</p>
+			<p>It was on a Sunday morning. The peasants of Saint-Nicolas and the neighbourhood were coming out of church and spreading across the square, when, suddenly, the women who were walking ahead and who had already turned into the high road fell back with loud cries of dismay.</p>
 			<p>At the same moment, an enormous motorcar, looking like some appalling monster, came tearing into sight at a headlong rate of speed. Amid the shouts of the madly scattering people, it made straight for the church, swerved, just as it seemed about to dash itself to pieces against the steps, grazed the wall of the presbytery, regained the continuation of the national road, dashed along, turned the corner and disappeared, without, by some incomprehensible miracle, having so much as brushed against any of the persons crowding the square.</p>
 			<p>But they had seen! They had seen a man in the driver’s seat, wrapped in a goatskin coat, with a fur cap on his head and his face disguised in a pair of large goggles, and, with him, on the front of that seat, flung back, bent in two, a woman whose head, all covered with blood, hung down over the bonnet.⁠ ⁠…</p>
 			<p>And they had heard! They had heard the woman’s screams, screams of horror, screams of agony.⁠ ⁠…</p>
 			<p>And it was all such a vision of hell and carnage that the people stood, for some seconds, motionless, stupefied.</p>
 			<p>“Blood!” roared somebody.</p>
 			<p>There was blood everywhere, on the cobblestones of the square, on the ground hardened by the first frosts of autumn; and, when a number of men and boys rushed off in pursuit of the motor, they had but to take those sinister marks for their guide.</p>
-			<p>The marks, on their part, followed the highroad, but in a very strange manner, going from one side to the other and leaving a zigzag track, in the wake of the tires, that made those who saw it shudder. How was it that the car had not bumped against that tree? How had it been righted, instead of smashing into that bank? What novice, what madman, what drunkard, what frightened criminal was driving that motorcar with such astounding bounds and swerves?</p>
+			<p>The marks, on their part, followed the high road, but in a very strange manner, going from one side to the other and leaving a zigzag track, in the wake of the tires, that made those who saw it shudder. How was it that the car had not bumped against that tree? How had it been righted, instead of smashing into that bank? What novice, what madman, what drunkard, what frightened criminal was driving that motorcar with such astounding bounds and swerves?</p>
 			<p>One of the peasants declared:</p>
 			<p>“They will never do the turn in the forest.”</p>
 			<p>And another said:</p>

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 			<p>“That’s easily arranged,” said the innkeeper. “I know Farmer Goussot.⁠ ⁠… He won’t object.⁠ ⁠…”</p>
 			<p>The request was soon made and granted. Old Goussot was in one of those frames of mind when we are less disposed to protest against outside interference. His wife, at any rate, was very firm:</p>
 			<p>“Let the gentleman come, if he wants to.”</p>
-			<p>The gentleman paid his bill and instructed his driver to try the car on the highroad as soon as the repairs were finished:</p>
+			<p>The gentleman paid his bill and instructed his driver to try the car on the high road as soon as the repairs were finished:</p>
 			<p>“I shall want an hour,” he said, “no more. Be ready in an hour’s time.”</p>
 			<p>Then he went to Farmer Goussot’s.</p>
 			<p>He did not say much at the farm. Old Goussot, hoping against hope, was lavish with information, took his visitor along the walls down to the little door opening on the fields, produced the key and gave minute details of all the searches that had been made so far.</p>