Change <em> to <i> in chapter 17

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 			<p>“Go back!” I cried. “What are you doing⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“They’ve got⁠—it’s like a gun!”</p>
 			<p>And struggling in the grating between those defensive spears appeared the head and shoulders of a singularly lean and angular Selenite, bearing some complicated apparatus.</p>
-			<p>I realised Cavor’s utter incapacity for the fight we had in hand. For a moment I hesitated. Then I rushed past him whirling my crowbars, and shouting to confound the aim of the Selenite. He was aiming in the queerest way with the thing against his stomach. “<em>Chuzz!</em>” The thing wasn’t a gun; it went off like a crossbow more, and dropped me in the middle of a leap.</p>
+			<p>I realised Cavor’s utter incapacity for the fight we had in hand. For a moment I hesitated. Then I rushed past him whirling my crowbars, and shouting to confound the aim of the Selenite. He was aiming in the queerest way with the thing against his stomach. “<i>Chuzz!</i>” The thing wasn’t a gun; it went off like a crossbow more, and dropped me in the middle of a leap.</p>
 			<p>I didn’t fall down, I simply came down a little shorter than I should have done if I hadn’t been hit, and from the feel of my shoulder the thing might have tapped me and glanced off. Then my left hand hit against the shaft, and I perceived there was a sort of spear sticking half through my shoulder. The moment after I got home with the crowbar in my right hand, and hit the Selenite fair and square. He collapsed⁠—he crushed and crumpled⁠—his head smashed like an egg.</p>
 			<p>I dropped a crowbar, pulled the spear out of my shoulder, and began to jab it down the grating into the darkness. At each jab came a shriek and twitter. Finally I hurled the spear down upon them with all my strength, leapt up, picked up the crowbar again, and started for the multitude up the cavern.</p>
 			<p>“Bedford!” cried Cavor. “Bedford!” as I flew past him.</p>