[OHenryana] Correct OCR typo

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<p>The humourist wrote: “On the dead square—a cemetery lot.”</p>
<p>“Copy, sir, “yelled the small boy again. “Forms locked in half an hour.”</p>
<p>The man bit his pencil into splinters. The hand he held was growing cooler; surely her fever must be leaving. She was singing now, a little crooning song she might have learned at her mothers knee, and her fingers had ceased moving.</p>
<p>“They told me,” she said weakly and sadly, “that hardships and suffering would come upon me for disobeying my parents and marrying Jack. Oh, dear, my head aches so I cant think. No, no, the white dress with the lace sleeves, not that black, dreadful thing! Sailing, sailing, sailing, where does this river go? You are not Jack, you are too cold and stern. What is that red mark on your brow? Come, sister, lets make some daisy chains and then hurry home, there is a great black cloud above us—Ill be better in the morning. Jack, if youll hold my hand tight. Jack, I feel as light as a featherFm just floating, floating, right into the cloud and I cant feel your hand. Oh, I see her now, and there is the old love and tenderness in her face. I must go to her. Jack. Mother, mother!”</p>
<p>“They told me,” she said weakly and sadly, “that hardships and suffering would come upon me for disobeying my parents and marrying Jack. Oh, dear, my head aches so I cant think. No, no, the white dress with the lace sleeves, not that black, dreadful thing! Sailing, sailing, sailing, where does this river go? You are not Jack, you are too cold and stern. What is that red mark on your brow? Come, sister, lets make some daisy chains and then hurry home, there is a great black cloud above us—Ill be better in the morning. Jack, if youll hold my hand tight. Jack, I feel as light as a featherIm just floating, floating, right into the cloud and I cant feel your hand. Oh, I see her now, and there is the old love and tenderness in her face. I must go to her. Jack. Mother, mother!”</p>
<p>The man wrote quickly:</p>
<p>“A woman generally likes her husbands mother-in-law the best of all his relatives.”</p>
<p>Then he sprang to the door, dashed the column of copy into the boys hand, and moved swiftly to the bed.</p>