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 			<p>“I reckon you’ll be goin’ back up to the cabin,” she said, “along ’ith the bull-cart. There’s bread in the tin box settin’ on the shelf. I put the bacon in the b’ilin’-pot to keep the hounds from gittin’ it. Don’t forget to wind the clock tonight.”</p>
 			<p>“You air a-goin’ to your brother Ed’s?” asked Ransie, with fine unconcern.</p>
 			<p>“I was ’lowin’ to get along up thar afore night. I ain’t sayin’ as they’ll pester theyselves any to make me welcome, but I hain’t nowhar else fur to go. It’s a right smart ways, and I reckon I better be goin’. I’ll be a-sayin’ goodbye, Ranse⁠—that is, if you keer fur to say so.”</p>
-			<p>“I don’t know as anybody’s a hound dog,” said Ransie, in a martyr’s voice, “fur to not want to say goodbye⁠—‘less you air so anxious to git away that you don’t want me to say it.”</p>
+			<p>“I don’t know as anybody’s a hound dog,” said Ransie, in a martyr’s voice, “fur to not want to say goodbye⁠—’less you air so anxious to git away that you don’t want me to say it.”</p>
 			<p>Ariela was silent. She folded the five-dollar bill and her decree carefully, and placed them in the bosom of her dress. Benaja Widdup watched the money disappear with mournful eyes behind his spectacles.</p>
 			<p>And then with his next words he achieved rank (as his thoughts ran) with either the great crowd of the world’s sympathizers or the little crowd of its great financiers.</p>
 			<p>“Be kind o’ lonesome in the old cabin tonight, Ranse,” he said.</p>