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Table of Differences for Chapters 35 - 39THE TORY LOVER
Sarah Orne JewettThe Atlantic Monthly Serialization
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- "Gundelow" in the Atlantic text becomes "gundalow" in the first edition text.
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Chapter 35
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brave colt again. The old merchant looked | brave colt again. The old merchant looked |
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know the reason. | know the reason why. |
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Wallingford had lived in England. She suddenly
understood against her will why
those sad, familiar prejudices faded away bewildered her; it was like some |
Wallingford had been in England. She suddenly
understood this new reason why
those sad, unwelcome prejudices faded away bewildered her; 't was like some |
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It was a sharp touch | 'T was a sharp touch |
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it would be pleasant
This was a fine day |
't would be pleasant
'T was a fine day |
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the Ministers of His Majesty | the ministers of his Majesty |
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she faltered for one moment | she faltered for a moment |
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he took instant refuge in reading the letter | he took refuge in reading the letter |
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I must drop our usual term
the terror of all our ports now distressed parent, indeed! |
I may drop our usual term
the terror of our ports now distressed parent indeed! |
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You know that we captured
a sorry house of correction |
You know we captured
a sorry place of correction |
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she repeated more calmly | she repeated, more calmly |
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she would have her way | she would have her own way |
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"The writer was very sure | "He was very sure |
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the ceiling with affected indifference as his glass
long ride back again to Bristol at good Peter's hands |
the ceiling as his glass
long ride back to Bristol at our good Peter's hands |
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door was thrown open and | door was opened wide, and |
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You must have heard of the Honorable Mr. Davis, of
Bristol, my lord? – one of their great
merchants. I have told
you had brought such a letter |
You may have heard of Mr. Alderman Davis, of Bristol, my
lord? I have told
you had such a letter |
Chapter 36
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and of State too, why, beyond this | and of state too, why beyond this |
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his history is known." | his history is well known." |
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her life-long acquaintance
she knew more than |
her lifelong acquaintance
she herself knew something more than |
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though Barrington is a narrow soul | though 't is a narrow soul |
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He fears again that his great
The Earl is an old sailor before I speak with the Earl |
He fears that his great
The earl is an old sailor before I speak with the earl |
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table with emphatic approval, as he rose | table with emphatic disapproval, as he rose |
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A second glass may be better | A second glass is always better |
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It has touched my heart to think | It touches my heart to think |
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when Miss Hamilton had mounted | when Miss Hamilton was mounted |
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gentlefolk; it was a lovely day
This was a fine sight It was a pretty thing good news to Bristol; Lord Newburgh from captivity, but, unknown to her, they had won |
gentlefolk; 't was a lovely day
'T was a fine sight 'T was a pretty thing good news to Bristol, Lord Newburgh from captivity, but they had won |
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easy promise of freedom. "She's a rebel |
easy promise of freedom.
"She's a rebel |
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for her concerns. "I'll make him ride | for her concerns. "I'll make him ride |
Chapter 37
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sit at table. The alderman was irresolute | sit at table. The alderman was irresolute |
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"I fear that I am spent to-night | "I fear that I am well spent to-night |
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face the room. The landlord | face the room. The landlord |
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The three best horses are returned | The three best are returned |
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he had already told her | he had told her |
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the innkeeper's face.
When Mary waked |
the innkeeper's face. When Mary waked |
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which she had planned | which she had earlier planned |
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slid heavily to the ground as if he were dead | slid heavily to the ground, as if he were dead |
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Now that they stand away
I wish we had brought more wine and food to these poor fellows! Let us go in at once," she cried again, and was in a passion of pity and terror at the sight. |
Now that they are away
Let us go in at once. I wish we had brought more wine and food to these poor fellows!" she cried again, and was in a passion of pity and terror at the sight. |
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"And if you're once in, | "And if you're in, |
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his early guests entered
had decent supplies for the prison, and |
his early guests came in
had decent supplies, and |
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and her escort appeared. | and her escort entered. |
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"I am fearful of your sad disappointment | "I am afraid of your sad disappointment |
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turned to some records, and | turned to some papers, and |
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came away. "You brought | came away. "You brought |
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the governor then asked brusquely
should soon look again into the note that she had written |
the governor asked brusquely
should soon look into the note she had written |
Chapter 38
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had left behind. Something to Mary's wonder | had left behind. Something to Mary's wonder |
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wavered on the ground and hid them | wavered on the ground to hide them |
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even Lord Mount Edgecumbe himself | even the great Lord Mount Edgecumbe himself |
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church of St. Augustine | church of Augustine |
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the lofty roof. There was no one | the lofty roof. There was no one |
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many ancient tablets covered | many ancient mural tablets covered |
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of old Peggy and the young maids
the wide doors shut |
of old Peggy, and the young maids
the wide doors all shut |
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could not stop her tears. There came the sound |
could not stop her tears.
There came the sound |
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up the nave: it might
She noticed, then, in a dull way |
up the nave of the abbey: it might
She noticed then, in a dull way |
Chapter 39
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tears; it was no sign
but he stood ready |
tears; 't was no sign
but he at once stood ready |
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Queen: it was a record | Queen: 't was a record |
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Now more than ever he might easily | More than ever now he might easily |
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brought you here," he answered. | brought you here," he answered her. |
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but when He sends the comfort | but when he sends the comfort |
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be bold, my lord captain | be bold, my-lord captain |
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There is a well-manned, able fish-boat out
bring the worst of my ship's company with me; |
There is an able, well-manned fish boat out
bring with me the worst of my ship's company; |
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If you were only in France, with my dear ladies there, they would love and cherish you with all their kind hearts! | If you were only in France, with my dear ladies there! They would love and cherish you with all their kind hearts. |
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sure that you have been a good friend | sure that you also have been a friend |
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is done; I have known him | is done; but I have known him |
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in hand; it would make you
dead on the great moors, or |
in hand; 't would make you
dead on the great moor, or |
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I should give my life | I shall give my life |
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't is his bad use of it | 't is his use of it |
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some word to me, if he were innocent. | some word to me. |
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"Oh, that I had only spoken! | "Oh that I had only spoken! |
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to ring in the tower, and | to ring in the tower above, and |
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alone with strangers; she forgot | alone with strangers; and she forgot |
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full of most tender pity for
things: it was not alone |
full of tenderest pity for
things: 't was not alone |
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and was gone. The old verger crossed |
and was gone.
The old verger crossed |
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"He is a good man." And she smiled
where the captain left her |
"He is a good man," and she smiled
where the captain had left her |
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and once stood still in the street | and stood still once in the street |
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