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 				<p>“Juanita! And I’ve longed for you something fierce, ever since I saw you!” His fingers touched her throat, but softly. “Aren’t you a <em>little</em> glad?”</p>
 				<p>As she turned her head, for a second she looked at him with embarrassed confession. She sharply whispered, “No⁠—don’t!” as he caught her hand, but she moved nearer to him, leaned against his shoulder.</p>
 				<p>“You’re so big and strong,” she sighed.</p>
-				<p>“But, golly, you don’t know how I need you! The president, old Quarles⁠—quarrels is right, by golly, ha, ha, ha!⁠—‘member I was telling you about him?⁠—he’s laying for me because he thinks it was me and Jim that let the bats loose in chapel. And I get so sick of that gosh-awful Weekly Bible Study⁠—all about these holy old gazebos. And then I think about you, and gosh, if you were just sitting on the other side of the stove from me in my room there, with your cute lil red slippers cocked up on the nickel rail⁠—gee, how happy I’d be! You don’t think I’m just a bonehead, do you?”</p>
+				<p>“But, golly, you don’t know how I need you! The president, old Quarles⁠—quarrels is right, by golly, ha, ha, ha!⁠—’member I was telling you about him?⁠—he’s laying for me because he thinks it was me and Jim that let the bats loose in chapel. And I get so sick of that gosh-awful Weekly Bible Study⁠—all about these holy old gazebos. And then I think about you, and gosh, if you were just sitting on the other side of the stove from me in my room there, with your cute lil red slippers cocked up on the nickel rail⁠—gee, how happy I’d be! You don’t think I’m just a bonehead, do you?”</p>
 				<p>Jim and Nellie were at the stage now of nudging each other and bawling, “Hey, quit, will yuh!” as they stood over the coffee.</p>
 				<p>“Say, you girls change your shirts and come on out and we’ll blow you to dinner, and maybe we’ll dance a little,” proclaimed Jim.</p>
 				<p>“We can’t,” said Nellie. “Aunty’s sore as a pup because we was up late at a dance night before last. We got to stay home, and you boys got to beat it before she comes in.”</p>

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 				<p>“If you think you can blackmail me⁠—”</p>
 				<p>“Think? Hell! I know I can! I’ll call on you in your church at noon tomorrow.”</p>
 				<p>“I won’t be there.”</p>
-				<p>“You better be! If you’re ready to compromise for ten thousand, all right; no feelings hurt. If not, I’ll have my lawyer (and he’s Mannie Silverhorn, the slickest shyster in town) file suit for alienation tomorrow afternoon⁠—and make sure that the evening papers get out extras on it. By-by, Hettie. ‘By, Elmer darling. Whoa, Elmer! Naughty, naughty! You touch me and I’ll plug you! So long.”</p>
+				<p>“You better be! If you’re ready to compromise for ten thousand, all right; no feelings hurt. If not, I’ll have my lawyer (and he’s Mannie Silverhorn, the slickest shyster in town) file suit for alienation tomorrow afternoon⁠—and make sure that the evening papers get out extras on it. By-by, Hettie. ’By, Elmer darling. Whoa, Elmer! Naughty, naughty! You touch me and I’ll plug you! So long.”</p>
 				<p>Elmer gaped after the departing Oscar. He turned quickly and saw that Hettie was grinning.</p>
 				<p>She hastily pulled down her mouth.</p>
 				<p>“My God, I believe you’re in on this!” he cried.</p>

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 				<h3 epub:type="ordinal z3998:roman">VIII</h3>
 				<p>After the tremendous leave-taking, to a yawning host Elmer suggested, “If it won’t bother you and Sister Bains, I’m going to stay down here by the fire a few minutes and complete my notes for my sermon tomorrow. And then I won’t keep Brother Shallard awake.”</p>
-				<p>“Fine, fine⁠—eaaaaah⁠—‘scuse me⁠—so sleepy. The house is yours, my boy⁠—Brother. G’night.”</p>
+				<p>“Fine, fine⁠—eaaaaah⁠—’scuse me⁠—so sleepy. The house is yours, my boy⁠—Brother. G’night.”</p>
 				<p>“Good night! Good night, Brother Bains. Good night, Sister Bains. Good night, Sister Lulu.⁠ ⁠… Night, Frank.”</p>
 				<p>The room was far more boisterous when he was left alone in it. It reeled and clamored. He paced, nervously smiting the palm of his left hand, stopping in fever to listen.⁠ ⁠… Time crawling forever.⁠ ⁠… She would not come.</p>
 				<p>Creep-mouse rustle on the stairs, reluctant tiptoe in the hall.</p>