[C&K] [Editorial] any one -> anyone

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 			<p>Pasa looked at him as a mother looks at a beloved but capricious babe.</p>
 			<p>“Think better of it,” she said, in a low voice; “since for the next meal there will be nothing. The last <i>centavo</i> is spent.” She pressed closer against the grating.</p>
 			<p>“Sell the goods in the shop⁠—take anything for them.”</p>
-			<p>“Have I not tried? Did I not offer them for one-tenth their cost? Not even one <i>peso</i> would any one give. There is not one <i>real</i> in this town to assist Dickee Malonee.”</p>
+			<p>“Have I not tried? Did I not offer them for one-tenth their cost? Not even one <i>peso</i> would anyone give. There is not one <i>real</i> in this town to assist Dickee Malonee.”</p>
 			<p>Dick clenched his teeth grimly. “That’s the <i>comandante</i>,” he growled. “He’s responsible for that sentiment. Wait, oh, wait till the cards are all out.”</p>
 			<p>Pasa lowered her voice to almost a whisper. “And, listen, heart of my heart,” she said, “I have endeavoured to be brave, but I cannot live without thee. Three days <span class="nowrap">now⁠—”</span></p>
 			<p>Dicky caught a faint gleam of steel from the folds of her mantilla. For once she looked in his face and saw it without a smile, stern, menacing and purposeful. Then he suddenly raised his hand and his smile came back like a gleam of sunshine. The hoarse signal of an incoming steamer’s siren sounded in the harbour. Dicky called to the sentry who was pacing before the door: “What steamer comes?”</p>
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 			<p>It was an hour before the consul came. He held his green umbrella under his arm, and mopped his forehead impatiently.</p>
 			<p>“Now, see here, Maloney,” he began, captiously, “you fellows seem to think you can cut up any kind of row, and expect me to pull you out of it. I’m neither the War Department nor a gold mine. This country has its laws, you know, and there’s one against pounding the senses out of the regular army. You Irish are forever getting into trouble. I don’t see what I can do. Anything like tobacco, now, to make you comfortable⁠—or <span class="nowrap">newspapers⁠—”</span></p>
 			<p>“Son of Eli,” interrupted Dicky, gravely, “you haven’t changed an iota. That is almost a duplicate of the speech you made when old Koen’s donkeys and geese got into the chapel loft, and the culprits wanted to hide in your room.”</p>
-			<p>“Oh, heavens!” exclaimed the consul, hurriedly adjusting his spectacles. “Are you a Yale man, too? Were you in that crowd? I don’t seem to remember any one with red⁠—any one named Maloney. Such a lot of college men seem to have misused their advantages. One of the best mathematicians of the class of ’91 is selling lottery tickets in Belize. A Cornell man dropped off here last month. He was second steward on a guano boat. I’ll write to the department if you like, Maloney. Or if there’s any tobacco, or <span class="nowrap">newspa⁠—”</span></p>
+			<p>“Oh, heavens!” exclaimed the consul, hurriedly adjusting his spectacles. “Are you a Yale man, too? Were you in that crowd? I don’t seem to remember anyone with red⁠—anyone named Maloney. Such a lot of college men seem to have misused their advantages. One of the best mathematicians of the class of ’91 is selling lottery tickets in Belize. A Cornell man dropped off here last month. He was second steward on a guano boat. I’ll write to the department if you like, Maloney. Or if there’s any tobacco, or <span class="nowrap">newspa⁠—”</span></p>
 			<p>“There’s nothing,” interrupted Dicky, shortly, “but this. You go tell the captain of the <i>Catarina</i> that Dicky Maloney wants to see him as soon as he can conveniently come. Tell him where I am. Hurry. That’s all.”</p>
 			<p>The consul, glad to be let off so easily, hurried away. The captain of the <i>Catarina</i>, a stout man, Sicilian born, soon appeared, shoving, with little ceremony, through the guards to the jail door. The Vesuvius Fruit Company had a habit of doing things that way in Anchuria.</p>
 			<p>“I am exceedingly sorry⁠—exceedingly sorry,” said the captain, “to see this occur. I place myself at your service, <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Maloney. What you need shall be furnished. Whatever you say shall be done.”</p>

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 			<p>“The girl was all broke up. She had a handkerchief to her face, and kept saying every little bit, ‘Oh, father, father!’ She walked up to me and laid her lily-white hand on the clothes that had pained her at first. I smelt a million violets. She was a lulu. I told her I came in a private yacht.</p>
 			<p>“ ‘<abbr>Mr.</abbr> O’Day,’ she says. ‘Oh, take us away from this horrid country at once. Can you! Will you! Say you will.’</p>
 			<p>“ ‘I’ll try,’ I said, concealing the fact that I was dying to get them on salt water before they could change their mind.</p>
-			<p>“One thing they both kicked against was going through the town to the boat landing. Said they dreaded publicity, and now that they were going to return, they had a hope that the thing might yet be kept out of the papers. They swore they wouldn’t go unless I got them out to the yacht without any one knowing it, so I agreed to humour them.</p>
+			<p>“One thing they both kicked against was going through the town to the boat landing. Said they dreaded publicity, and now that they were going to return, they had a hope that the thing might yet be kept out of the papers. They swore they wouldn’t go unless I got them out to the yacht without anyone knowing it, so I agreed to humour them.</p>
 			<p>“The sailors who rowed me ashore were playing billiards in a barroom near the water, waiting for orders, and I proposed to have them take the boat down the beach half a mile or so, and take us up there. How to get them word was the question, for I couldn’t leave the grip with the prisoner, and I couldn’t take it with me, not knowing but what the monkeys might stick me up.</p>
 			<p>“The young lady says the old coloured woman would take them a note. I sat down and wrote it, and gave it to the dame with plain directions what to do, and she grins like a baboon and shakes her head.</p>
 			<p>“Then <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Wahrfield handed her a string of foreign dialect, and she nods her head and says, ‘See, señor,’ maybe fifty times, and lights out with the note.</p>