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 			<p>“You fool, you fool!” she cried, weeping and laughing, and hanging upon his neck, “why did you do it?”</p>
 			<p>“The Stuff,” explained Thomas briefly. “You know. But subsequently nit. Not a drop.” He led her to the curb. “How did you happen to see me?”</p>
 			<p>“I came to find you,” said Annie, holding tight to his sleeve. “Oh, you big fool! Professor Cherubusco told us that we might find you here.”</p>
-			<p>“Professor Ch⁠⸺ Don’t know the guy. What saloon does he work in?”</p>
+			<p>“Professor Ch⁠⸺. Don’t know the guy. What saloon does he work in?”</p>
 			<p>“He’s a clairvoyant, Thomas; the greatest in the world. He found you with the Chaldean telescope, he said.”</p>
 			<p>“He’s a liar,” said Thomas. “I never had it. He never saw me have anybody’s telescope.”</p>
 			<p>“And he said you came in a chariot with five wheels or something.”</p>