This is the first version of Goldmark that supports all the
Smartypants-style typographic punctuation transformations. Now, a
straight single quote in the middle of a word is translated into a curly
quote (e.g. "that's" becomes "that’s"). Earlier versions leave
them untouched. This brings Goldmark in line with Blackfriday.
Fixes#6571.
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checkPageContent(t,p,"<p>For some moments the old man did not reply. He stood with bowed head, buried in deep thought. But at last he spoke.</p><h2 id=\"aa\">AA</h2> <p>I have no idea, of course, how long it took me to reach the limit of the plain, but at last I entered the foothills, following a pretty little canyon upward toward the mountains. Beside me frolicked a laughing brooklet, hurrying upon its noisy way down to the silent sea. In its quieter pools I discovered many small fish, of four-or five-pound weight I should imagine. In appearance, except as to size and color, they were not unlike the whale of our own seas. As I watched them playing about I discovered, not only that they suckled their young, but that at intervals they rose to the surface to breathe as well as to feed upon certain grasses and a strange, scarlet lichen which grew upon the rocks just above the water line.</p><h3 id=\"aaa\">AAA</h3> <p>I remember I felt an extraordinary persuasion that I was being played with, that presently, when I was upon the very verge of safety, this mysterious death–as swift as the passage of light–would leap after me from the pit about the cylinder and strike me down. ## BB</p><h3 id=\"bbb\">BBB</h3> <p>“You’re a great Granser,” he cried delightedly, “always making believe them little marks mean something.”</p>")
Matt Riggott
6 years ago