[Editorial] Remove italics/semantics from coup de grace

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 			<p>Captain Richard Saxon Clancy, paymaster (?) of the <abbr>M. K. &amp; T.</abbr> Railway Company, drew himself together, his time had come. The manna was about to descend. The pigeon was already fluttering in his talons. The victim was in exactly the right stage of drunkenness; enough to be reckless and not too observant, but not too much so to prevent his playing the game.</p>
 			<p>The captain coughed rather loudly. One or two men strolled in from the other room and watched the game silently. The captain coughed again. A pale young man with gloomy eyes and an unhealthy-looking face lounged around somewhat back of <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons’ chair, and listlessly looked on. Every time a hand was dealt or a draw made, he would scratch his ear, touch his nose, pull his mustache or play with a button on his vest. It was strange to see how much the captain watched this young man, who certainly had nothing to do with the game.</p>
 			<p>Still the captain won. When <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons won a pot it was sure to be a small one.</p>
-			<p>The captain thought the time ripe for his <span xml:lang="fr">coup de grâce</span>. He struck the bell, and the waiter came.</p>
+			<p>The captain thought the time ripe for his coup de grâce. He struck the bell, and the waiter came.</p>
 			<p>“Bring a fresh deck, Mike,” he said, “these are getting worn.” <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons was too confused to notice that the captain, a stranger in the city, called the waiter familiarly by his given name.</p>
 			<p>The captain dealt the cards, and <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons cut them in an awkward and bungling way. Then the fatal hand was dealt. It was the captain’s favorite. Four kings and the seven of spades to his opponent, four aces and the deuce of diamonds to himself. Any other cards would do as well as the spade and the diamond, but the captain had a weakness for those two cards.</p>
-			<p>He noticed the ill-concealed pleasure on the face of <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons as he gazed at his hand. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons stood pat; the captain drew one card. The young man behind <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons’ chair had moved away. It was no longer necessary for him to scratch his ear and touch his vest button. He knew the captain’s <span xml:lang="fr">coup de grâce</span> as well as he himself.</p>
+			<p>He noticed the ill-concealed pleasure on the face of <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons as he gazed at his hand. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons stood pat; the captain drew one card. The young man behind <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons’ chair had moved away. It was no longer necessary for him to scratch his ear and touch his vest button. He knew the captain’s coup de grâce as well as he himself.</p>
 			<p><abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons clutched his cards tightly in his hand and tried in vain to conceal his eagerness. The captain examined the new card he had drawn with exaggerated anxiety, and heaved a sigh that intended to convey to <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons the information that he had made his hand good.</p>
 			<p>The betting began. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons threw in his money feverishly and quickly; the captain saw each bet, and raised only after affected deep deliberation. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons raised back gleefully, drunkenly and confidently. When the pot contained about $200 the captain’s brows went together, and two faint lines traced themselves from his nostrils to the corners of his mouth, and he made a raise of a hundred. <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons laid his hand down carefully on the table and went down in his carpet bag again. This time he drew out two $500 bills and laid them on top of the pot.</p>
 			<p>“I’m goin’ busted on this hand,” said <abbr>Mr.</abbr> Simmons. “ ’F I didn’t zhe boys ’n Encinal County ’d run me out for a coward. Whoop ’em up, cap’n.”</p>

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 			<p>“I never yet⁠—struck a woman.”</p>
 			<p>It were vain to attempt to con such men. There is no curriculum that can reckon with them in its ken. They are offshoots from the types whereof men say, “He will do this,” or “He will do that.” We only know that they exist; and that we can observe them, and tell one another of their bare performances, as children watch and speak of the marionettes.</p>
 			<p>Yet it were a droll study in egoism to consider these two⁠—one an assassin and a robber, standing above his victim; the other baser in his offences, if a lesser lawbreaker, lying, abhorred, in the house of the wife he had persecuted, spoiled, and smitten, one a tiger, the other a dog-wolf⁠—to consider each of them sickening at the foulness of the other; and each flourishing out of the mire of his manifest guilt his own immaculate standard⁠—of conduct, if not of honor.</p>
-			<p>The one retort of Doctor James must have struck home to the other’s remaining shreds of shame and manhood, for it proved the <span xml:lang="fr">coup de grâce</span>. A deep blush suffused his face⁠—an ignominious <i xml:lang="la">rosa mortis</i>; the respiration ceased, and, with scarcely a tremor, Chandler expired.</p>
+			<p>The one retort of Doctor James must have struck home to the other’s remaining shreds of shame and manhood, for it proved the coup de grâce. A deep blush suffused his face⁠—an ignominious <i xml:lang="la">rosa mortis</i>; the respiration ceased, and, with scarcely a tremor, Chandler expired.</p>
 			<p>Close following upon his last breath came the negress, bringing the medicine. With a hand gently pressing upon the closed eyelids, Doctor James told her of the end. Not grief, but a hereditary <span xml:lang="fr">rapprochement</span> with death in the abstract, moved her to a dismal, watery snuffling, accompanied by her usual jeremiad.</p>
 			<p>“Dar now! It’s in de Lawd’s hands. He am de jedge ob de transgressor, and de suppo’t of dem in distress. He gwine hab suppo’t us now. Cindy done paid out de last quarter fer dis bottle of physic, and it nebber come to no use.”</p>
 			<p>“Do I understand,” asked Doctor James, “that <abbr>Mrs.</abbr> Chandler has no money?”</p>