[Editorial] by-by -> bye-bye

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 				<p>“Uh⁠—You usually want to get out. Like to walk down to the lake shore? (The girl can stay home.) Or go to the movies? Come on, let’s go to the movies! Or shall we jump in the car and run out to Sam’s, for a swim?”</p>
 				<p>“If you don’t mind, dear, I’m afraid I’m rather tired.”</p>
 				<p>“Why don’t you sleep downstairs tonight, on the couch? Be cooler. I’m going to bring down my mattress. Come on! Keep the old man company. Can’t tell⁠—I might get scared of burglars. Lettin’ little fellow like me stay all alone by himself!”</p>
-				<p>“It’s sweet of you to think of it, but I like my own room so much. But you go ahead and do it, dear. Why don’t you sleep on the couch, instead of putting your mattress on the floor? Well I believe I’ll run in and read for just a second⁠—want to look at the last <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Vogue</i>⁠—and then perhaps I’ll go by-by. Unless you want me, dear? Of course if there’s anything you really <em>want</em> me for?”</p>
+				<p>“It’s sweet of you to think of it, but I like my own room so much. But you go ahead and do it, dear. Why don’t you sleep on the couch, instead of putting your mattress on the floor? Well I believe I’ll run in and read for just a second⁠—want to look at the last <i epub:type="se:name.publication.magazine">Vogue</i>⁠—and then perhaps I’ll go bye-bye. Unless you want me, dear? Of course if there’s anything you really <em>want</em> me for?”</p>
 				<p>“No. No.⁠ ⁠… Matter of fact, I really ought to run down and see <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Champ Perry. She’s ailing. So you skip in and⁠—May drop in at the drug store. If I’m not home when you get sleepy, don’t wait up for me.”</p>
 				<p>He kissed her, rambled off, nodded to Jim Howland, stopped indifferently to speak to <abbr epub:type="z3998:name-title">Mrs.</abbr> Terry Gould. But his heart was racing, his stomach was constricted. He walked more slowly. He reached Dave Dyer’s yard. He glanced in. On the porch, sheltered by a wild-grape vine, was the figure of a woman in white. He heard the swing-couch creak as she sat up abruptly, peered, then leaned back and pretended to relax.</p>
 				<p>“Be nice to have some cool beer. Just drop in for a second,” he insisted, as he opened the Dyer gate.</p>