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Table of Differences for Chapters 40 - 45THE TORY LOVER
Sarah Orne JewettThe Atlantic Monthly Serialization
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- "Gundelow" in the Atlantic text becomes "gundalow" in the first edition text.
- "Smallpox" in the Atlantic text becomes "small-pox" in the first edition text.
- "Ratcliffe" in the Atlantic text becomes "Radcliffe" in the first edition text.
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The mermaids they at the bottom of the sea,
began the song again |
The mermaids they at the bottom of the sea
began the song once again |
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the broad window-sill where | the broad window sill where |
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back to the water-side down | back to the water side down |
Chapter 41
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pillow of his arm and fell sound asleep | pillow of his arm, and fell sound asleep |
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the air of a kingbird which | the air of a king-bird which |
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and I shall leave you here to-night | and I must leave you here to-night |
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over the downs into Bristol | over the downs by Redlands into Bristol |
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that it was not yet day, – and | that it was not yet day? – and |
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morning, it was almost | morning, 't was almost |
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Plymouth; it would be | Plymouth; 't would be |
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the inn is no doubt near!" | the inn is no doubt near." |
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slip of paper, Dickson would be rich enough at that day's end. | slip of paper Dickson would be richer at that day's end by one hundred pounds. |
Chapter 42
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ancient ferrying-place where travelers
the road-bed was worn |
ancient ferrying place where travelers
the road bed was worn |
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It was a poor tired country nag
as if she harbored no ill will in spite of hardships. |
'T was a poor tired country nag
as if in spite of hardships she harbored no ill will. |
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a squeal from crowded horses | a squeal of crowded horses |
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We must trouble you for supper
some brandy at once for my comrade |
We must need trouble you for supper
some brandy for my comrade |
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waiting for Mr. Davis, there was | waiting for Mr. Davis there was |
Chapter 43
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visit to his counting-room
a disreputable looking fellow |
visit to his counting room
a disreputable-looking fellow |
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to Roger W — , of Piscataqua | to Roger W — d, of Piscataqua |
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Perhaps we shall hear from Roger. | Perhaps we shall hear that Roger's alive. |
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we may have news of him | we may have word from him |
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in danger of the gout | in danger of my gout |
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St. Mary Radcliffe stood like gray rocks
close to the water-side |
St. Mary Redcliffe stood like gray rocks
close to the water side |
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with a little gable window
offered a resting-place to |
with one little gable window
offered a resting place to |
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on the window-sills, and | on the window sills, and |
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noisy Welsh pack men and drovers | noisy Welsh pack-men and drovers |
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tray with the desired refreshments. | tray with his desired refreshments. |
Chapter 44
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You have this document o' one | You have this paper o' one |
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our honest right." There was a heavy tramping |
our honest right."
There was a heavy tramping |
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answered the trapped adventurer | answered the gentleman adventurer |
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yelled Dickson, like a man suddenly crazed
bid him pay and begone |
yelled Dickson, who was like a man suddenly crazed
bid him pay for what he had and begone |
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at Dickson; it was a pretty encounter | at Dickson; 't was a pretty encounter |
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said Captain Paul Jones quietly, standing | said Captain Paul Jones, standing |
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pity on my sick wife and little family | pity on my sick wife and my little family |
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poured some of the yellow gold | poured out some of the yellow gold |
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Forgive me if you can | Forgive me, if you can |
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loudly, turning to his sailors
Take him down to the boat and put off. |
loudly, calling to his sailors
Take him down to the boat, and put off. |
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his poor revenge; he sent the crumpled
sailors kicked him before |
his poor revenge: he sent the crumpled
sailors pushed him before |
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he was a free unchallenged man | he was a free, unchallenged man |
Chapter 45
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signals of any kind, or | signals of any sort, or |
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these tales, of the lieutenant's forced leave of absence, some said his discharge, by reason of his wounds and | these tales of the lieutenant's forced leave of absence; some said his discharge, by reason of his wound and |
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On the terrace by the southern door
black, Major Haggens, with his red cloak and Master Sullivan, with his stately white head |
On the flagstones by the southern door
black, Major Haggens with his red cloak and Master Sullivan with his stately white head |
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friends: Miss Betsy Wyat | friends: little Miss Betsy Wyat |
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garden to the water-side | garden to the water side |
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home together; we did not know
he said with sorrow |
home together. Thank Heaven; we did not know
he said, with sorrow |
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your good Rodney!["] Oh,
[ Erroneous quotation mark in this edition ] |
your good Rodney! Oh, |
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