Typogrify

src/epub/text/death-wish.xhtml

@@ -157,7 +157,7 @@
 			<p>Somers suddenly felt that if death or rescue did not come quickly, they would kill each other, or drive each other crazy.</p>
 			<p>“Look!” Rajcik said.</p>
 			<hr/>
-			<p>A light on the computer’s panel was flashing green.</p>
+			<p>A light on the computer’s panel was flashing green.</p>
 			<p>“Must be a mistake,” said Watkins. “Green means the problem is solvable within the conditions set down.”</p>
 			<p>“Solvable!” Rajcik said.</p>
 			<p>“But it’s impossible,” Watkins argued. “It’s fooling us, leading us on⁠—”</p>

src/epub/text/forever.xhtml

@@ -64,7 +64,7 @@
 			<p>Dennison yanked out the stopper and drained the contents.</p>
 			<p>Immediately he was running again, as a second bullet scored the granite wall. The great blocks of apartments loomed endlessly ahead of him, silent and alien. There were no walkers upon the streets. There was only Dennison, running more slowly now past the immense, blank-faced apartments.</p>
 			<hr/>
-			<p>A long black car came up behind him, its searchlight probing into doors and alleys. Was it the police?</p>
+			<p>A long black car came up behind him, its searchlight probing into doors and alleys. Was it the police?</p>
 			<p>“That’s him!” cried the shrill, unnerving voice of one of Dennison’s pursuers.</p>
 			<p>Dennison ducked into a narrow alley between buildings, raced down it and into the next street.</p>
 			<p>There were two cars on that street, at either end of the block, their headlights shining toward each other, moving slowly to trap him in the middle. The alley gleamed with light now, from the first car’s headlights shining down it. He was surrounded.</p>