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Table of Differences for Chapters 31 - 34THE TORY LOVER
Sarah Orne JewettThe Atlantic Monthly Serialization
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Chapter 31
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half-clad man to shivering. The dreary place | half-clad man to shivering. The dreary place |
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how I should have it next | how I should take it next |
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man off The Yankee Hero | man off the Yankee Hero |
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trying his sea legs, like an eel | trying his sea legs like an eel |
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don't know who it is. | don't know who 't is. |
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heavily built, kind-faced old mariner | heavily-built, kind-faced old mariner |
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some on ye caw-handed cutters, an' keep | some on ye, an' keep |
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any way they could," said young Earl angrily. | any way they could." |
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returned Warren with indignation. | returned Warren indignantly. |
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the old Lower Landin' an' | the old Landin' an' |
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were all thought guilty of treason | were all guilty of treason |
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while some one else rubbed | while some else rubbed [probable error] |
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said with wide-eyed bewilderment | said, with wide-eyed bewilderment |
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"Well, I bain't"repeated Warren,
and it's a good deal worse 'n layin' at home right in sight o' the river 'n all 's a-goin' on. We get no sort of news |
"Well, I bain't,"repeated Warren,
and 't is a good deal worse 'n layin' at home right in sight o' the river 'n' all 's a-goin' on. We get no sort o' news |
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count upon good friends," but some | count upon good friends." But some |
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it is by no fault of mine | 't is by no fault of mine |
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I knew there was business afoot! | I knew there was such business afoot! |
Chapter 32
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ever a final certainty in her breast
force of love. Love itself had |
ever a certainty in her breast
force of love. Fate itself had |
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a warmer head-covering, or | a warmer head covering, or |
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it was a fit town | 't was a fit town |
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the Halifax friends. But I saw one stranger shake | the Halifax folks. But I saw one man shake |
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said the older woman.
of a courting man, he was older heart, which lives by longing, |
said the elder woman.
of a courting man. He was older heart, that lives by longing, |
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"Oh, yes. I always | "Oh yes. I always |
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"She had great beauty | "Then she had great beauty |
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our river neighborhoods their name. Peggy says there were other white people in Barvick long ago; the old Indians had some strange legends of a folk who had gone away. | our river neighborhoods their name. Heaven knows who cleared and planted them; 't was no Indian work. Peggy says there were other white people in Barvick long ago; the old Indians had some strange legends of a fair-haired folk who had gone away. |
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to forget such things. I can see her sitting in the sun with a fescue in her hand, teaching the little children. They needed bravery in those old days; nothing can | to forget such things. They needed bravery in those old days; in our time nothing can |
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"Do not say ‘rebels'!" | "Do not say rebels!" |
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upon these! and we have Mr. Franklin
let us agree, if we can |
upon these; and we have Mr. Franklin
let us agree if we can |
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hopes and quick intuitions | hopes and its intuitions |
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captain was a staunch Royalist | captain was a stanch [probable error] Royalist |
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'T is a delicate, frail, spirited face.
seems but the other day a Goodwin look, small featured |
'T is but a delicate, womanish face.
seems but t' other day a Goodwin look, small-featured |
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she meant,' Peggy declared next
off to the kitchen with |
she meant,' says Peggy next
off to her kitchen with |
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as if it were but a holiday | as if 't were but a holiday |
Chapter 33
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the long landing-stairs.
after their four long weeks at sea |
the long landing stairs.
after their six long weeks at sea |
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There it is, the large house | There 't is, the large house |
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shy and much occupied captain | shy and much-occupied captain |
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"I am Mary Hamilton, of Berwick," | "I am Mary Hamilton, of Barvick," |
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in her half familiar face
off the sea by your fresh looks. I was thinking of cousin Wallingford |
in her half-familiar face
off the sea, by your fresh looks. I was thinking of Mistress Wallingford |
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pride of my dear old Barvick | pride of my old Barvick |
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and your old friend Madam Wallingford | and our old friend Madam Wallingford |
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you must bid your maids | you may bid your maids |
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a small, old vessel, but she wears | a small vessel, but she wears |
Chapter 34
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cause to be grateful for
old friends. It was the threshold |
cause to be so grateful for
old friends. 'T was the threshold |
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and many others. The Sewalls and Russells, the
Faneuils, and the Boutineaus, who were still in Bristol,
had already sent
living in the Davises' house; came in; it was a heavy charge the heavy box with brass scutcheons a proper English waiting-maid chosen did not wish to bring a weight |
and of many others. The Sewalls, the Faneuils, and
the Boutineaus who were still in Bristol had already
sent
living in the Davis's house; came in; 't was a heavy charge the small, heavy box with brass scutcheons a proper waiting maid chosen did not wish to be a weight |
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own province, and was silent, [error in this edition] | own province, and was silent. |
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all along the sea-coast by | all up and down the coast by |
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would soon know," Mary answered him. | would soon know," replied Mary. |
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You are so kind and I am so | You are so kind, and I am so |
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stood straight, and dropped whatever
sat at home and grieved. |
stood straight and dropped whatever
sat at home at first and grieved. |
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only have security for its continuance. We did not wish to separate from England, and if the separation has come, it is only from our sad necessity. Cannot you see | only have security enough for its continuance. We did not wish to separate from England. If it has come, it is only from our sad necessity. But cannot you see |
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son of that Radcliffe who was a Scotch rebel in '45, | son of that Ratcliffe who was a Scotch rebel in the year '45, |
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and drew back a little. "I hear the King |
and drew back a little. "I hear the King |
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loyal to the King, however
If her foolish son had been in a gentler tone: – |
loyal to our government, however
If her son had been in a gentler tone: |
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