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 			<p>On a street corner, standing under a gaslight and looking over the elevated road at the moon, was a man. A long man he was, dressed decent, with a segar between his teeth, and I saw that his nose made two twists from bridge to end, like the wriggle of a snake. Tobin saw it at the same time, and I heard him breathe hard like a horse when you take the saddle off. He went straight up to the man, and I went with him.</p>
 			<p>“Good night to ye,” Tobin says to the man. The man takes out his segar and passes the compliments, sociable.</p>
 			<p>“Would ye hand us your name,” asks Tobin, “and let us look at the size of it? It may be our duty to become acquainted with ye.”</p>
-			<p>“My name” says the man, polite, “is Friedenhausman⁠—Maximus <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">G.</abbr> Friedenhausman.”</p>
+			<p>“My name,” says the man, polite, “is Friedenhausman⁠—Maximus <abbr epub:type="z3998:given-name">G.</abbr> Friedenhausman.”</p>
 			<p>“ ’Tis the right length,” says Tobin. “Do you spell it with an ‘o’ anywhere down the stretch of it?”</p>
 			<p>“I do not,” says the man.</p>
 			<p>“<em>Can</em> ye spell it with an ‘o’?” inquires Tobin, turning anxious.</p>