Move punction in two instances

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 			<p>“I must stop it.”</p>
 			<p>“But not if it puts you out. After all, I had no business⁠—it’s something of a liberty.”</p>
 			<p>“Not at all, sir,” he said, “not at all. I am greatly indebted to you. I should guard myself against these things. In future I will. Could I trouble you⁠—once again? That noise?”</p>
-			<p>“Something like this,” I said. “<i>Zuzzoo, zuzzoo</i>. But really, you know⁠—”</p>
+			<p>“Something like this,” I said. “<i>Zuzzoo, zuzzoo.</i> But really, you know⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“I am greatly obliged to you. In fact, I know I am getting absurdly absentminded. You are quite justified, sir⁠—perfectly justified. Indeed, I am indebted to you. The thing shall end. And now, sir, I have already brought you further than I should have done.”</p>
 			<p>“I do hope my impertinence⁠—”</p>
 			<p>“Not at all, sir, not at all.”</p>

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 			<p>I followed, trying to look as subdued as possible, and feeling at the chains about my wrists. My blood was boiling. I noted nothing more of that cavern, though it seemed to take a long time before we had marched across it, or if I noted anything I forgot it as I saw it. My thoughts were concentrated, I think, upon my chains and the Selenites, and particularly upon the helmeted ones with the goads. At first they marched parallel with us, and at a respectful distance, but presently they were overtaken by three others, and then they drew nearer, until they were within arm’s length again. I winced like a beaten horse as they came near to us. The shorter, thicker Selenite marched at first on our right flank, but presently came in front of us again.</p>
 			<p>How well the picture of that grouping has bitten into my brain; the back of Cavor’s downcast head just in front of me, and the dejected droop of his shoulders, and our guide’s gaping visage, perpetually jerking about him, and the goad-bearers on either side, watchful, yet open-mouthed⁠—a blue monochrome. And, after all, I <em>do</em> remember one other thing besides the purely personal affair, which is, that a sort of gutter came presently across the floor of the cavern, and then ran along by the side of the path of rock we followed. And it was full of that same bright blue luminous stuff that flowed out of the great machine. I walked close beside it, and I can testify it radiated not a particle of heat. It was brightly shining, and yet it was neither warmer nor colder than anything else in the cavern.</p>
 			<p>Clang, clang, clang, we passed right under the thumping levers of another vast machine, and so came at last to a wide tunnel, in which we could even hear the pad, pad of our shoeless feet, and which, save for the trickling thread of blue to the right of us, was quite unlit. The shadows made gigantic travesties of our shapes and those of the Selenites on the irregular wall and roof of the tunnel. Ever and again crystals in the walls of the tunnel scintillated like gems, ever and again the tunnel expanded into a stalactitic cavern, or gave off branches that vanished into darkness.</p>
-			<p>We seemed to be marching down that tunnel for a long time. “<i>Trickle, trickle,</i>” went the flowing light very softly, and our footfalls and their echoes made an irregular paddle, paddle. My mind settled down to the question of my chains. If I were to slip off one turn <em>so</em>, and then to twist it <em>so</em>.⁠ ⁠…</p>
+			<p>We seemed to be marching down that tunnel for a long time. “<i>Trickle, trickle</i>,” went the flowing light very softly, and our footfalls and their echoes made an irregular paddle, paddle. My mind settled down to the question of my chains. If I were to slip off one turn <em>so</em>, and then to twist it <em>so</em>.⁠ ⁠…</p>
 			<p>If I tried to do it very gradually, would they see I was slipping my wrist out of the looser turn? If they did, what would they do?</p>
 			<p>“Bedford,” said Cavor, “it goes down. It keeps on going down.”</p>
 			<p>His remark roused me from my sullen preoccupation.</p>