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 			<p>Of a sudden, indeed, she fell upon him, attacking him with thumps and reproaches, but in a halfhearted fashion, with little bursts of laughter, which robbed the chastisement of its sting.</p>
 			<p>“Wretch and rogue! You’ve been stealing again, have you? You’re no longer satisfied with your salary as acrobat, aren’t you, my fine fellow? You must still prig money or jewels to keep yourself in high hats, must you? What have you got, looter? Eh? Tell me!”</p>
 			<p>By dint of striking and laughing she had soothed her righteous indignation. She set out again and Saint-Quentin, thoroughly abashed, stammered:</p>
-			<p>“Tell you? What’s the good of telling you? You’ve guessed everything, as usual.⁠ ⁠… As a matter of fact I did get in through that window, last evening.⁠ ⁠… It was a pantry at the end of a corridor which led to the ground-floor rooms.⁠ ⁠… Not a soul about.⁠ ⁠… The family was at dinner.⁠ ⁠… A servant’s staircase led me up into another passage, which ran round the house, with the doors of all the rooms opening into it. I went through them all. Nothing⁠—that is to say, pictures and other things too big to carry away. Then I hid myself in a closet, from which I could see into a little sitting-room next to the prettiest bedroom. They danced till late; then came upstairs⁠ ⁠… fashionable people.⁠ ⁠… I saw them through a peephole in the door⁠ ⁠… the ladies décolletées, the gentlemen in evening dress.⁠ ⁠… At last one of the ladies went into the boudoir. She put her jewels into a jewel-box and the jewel-box into a small safe, saying out loud as she opened it the three letters of the combination of the lock, <abbr class="name eoc">R. O. B.</abbr>⁠ ⁠… So that, when she went to bed, all I had to do was to make use of them.⁠ ⁠… After that.⁠ ⁠… I waited for daylight.⁠ ⁠… I wasn’t going to chance stumbling about in the dark.”</p>
+			<p>“Tell you? What’s the good of telling you? You’ve guessed everything, as usual.⁠ ⁠… As a matter of fact I did get in through that window, last evening.⁠ ⁠… It was a pantry at the end of a corridor which led to the ground-floor rooms.⁠ ⁠… Not a soul about.⁠ ⁠… The family was at dinner.⁠ ⁠… A servant’s staircase led me up into another passage, which ran round the house, with the doors of all the rooms opening into it. I went through them all. Nothing⁠—that is to say, pictures and other things too big to carry away. Then I hid myself in a closet, from which I could see into a little sitting-room next to the prettiest bedroom. They danced till late; then came upstairs⁠ ⁠… fashionable people.⁠ ⁠… I saw them through a peephole in the door⁠ ⁠… the ladies décolletées, the gentlemen in evening dress.⁠ ⁠… At last one of the ladies went into the boudoir. She put her jewels into a jewel-box and the jewel-box into a small safe, saying out loud as she opened it the three letters of the combination of the lock, <abbr epub:type="z3998:personal-name" class="eoc">R. O. B.</abbr>⁠ ⁠… So that, when she went to bed, all I had to do was to make use of them.⁠ ⁠… After that.⁠ ⁠… I waited for daylight.⁠ ⁠… I wasn’t going to chance stumbling about in the dark.”</p>
 			<p>“Let’s see what you’ve got,” she commanded.</p>
 			<p>He opened his hand and disclosed on the palm of it two earrings, set with sapphires. She took them and looked at them. Her face changed; her eyes sparkled; she murmured in quite a different voice:</p>
 			<p>“How lovely they are, sapphires!⁠ ⁠… The sky is sometimes like that⁠—at night⁠ ⁠… that dark blue, full of light.⁠ ⁠…”</p>

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 			by<br/>
 			<a href="https://www.robinwhittleton.com/">Robin Whittleton</a>,<br/>
 			and is based on a transcription produced in 2019 by<br/>
-			<b class="name">Greg Weeks</b>, <b class="name">Mary Meehan</b>, and <a href="https://www.pgdp.net">The Online Distributed Proofreading Team</a><br/>
+			<b epub:type="z3998:personal-name">Greg Weeks</b>, <b epub:type="z3998:personal-name">Mary Meehan</b>, and <a href="https://www.pgdp.net">The Online Distributed Proofreading Team</a><br/>
 			for<br/>
 			<a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/59072">Project Gutenberg</a><br/>
 			and on digital scans available at the<br/>