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 				<p>“Well,” said Clifford, “his idea of the dangerous woman is probably a painted Jezabel.”</p>
 				<p>“Probably,” replied the other.</p>
 				<p>“He’s a trump!” said Clifford, “and if he swears the world is as good and pure as his own heart, I’ll swear he’s right.”</p>
-				<p>Elliott rubbed his charcoal on his file to get a point and turned to his sketch saying, “He will never hear any pessimism from Richard Osborne <abbr epub:type="z3998:personal-name" class="eoc">E.</abbr>”</p>
+				<p>Elliott rubbed his charcoal on his file to get a point and turned to his sketch saying, “He will never hear any pessimism from Richard Osborne <abbr class="eoc" epub:type="z3998:personal-name">E.</abbr>”</p>
 				<p>“He’s a lesson to me,” said Clifford. Then he unfolded a small perfumed note, written on rose-coloured paper, which had been lying on the table before him.</p>
 				<p>He read it, smiled, whistled a bar or two from “Miss Helyett,” and sat down to answer it on his best cream-laid notepaper. When it was written and sealed, he picked up his stick and marched up and down the studio two or three times, whistling.</p>
 				<p>“Going out?” inquired the other, without turning.</p>