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Comparative Chart by Category: Sentence
Comparative Chart: Sentence
| No. | Chapter & Criteria | Summer, First American Edition (FAE) | Summer, First American Edition with Wharton’s corrections (EWPFAE) | Summer, First British Edition (FBE) |
| Ch.2 Sent Del | Her heart gave a startled plunge, but she continued to hold him back contemptuously. (29) | She continued to hold him back contemptuously. (14) | ||
| Ch 2 Sent Ins /Change | Charity’s heart grew cold. She understood that Miss Hatchard had no help to give her and that she would have to fight her way out of her difficulty alone. A deeper sense of isolation overcame her; she felt incalculably old. (31) | Charity’s heart grew cold. She understood that she must fight her way out of her difficulty alone, and a deeper sense of isolation overcame her. In that moment of readjustment she seemed to have grown incalculably old. (15) | ||
| Ch 3 Sent Ins | . . . She got excited, and had . . . (42) | . . . She got excited, I presume, and had . . . (21) | ||
| Ch 5 Sent Ins | “Is it a fellow from the city?” he asked. (57) | He had given up the mechanical quest for tobacco. “Is it a fellow from the city?” he asked. (29) | ||
| Ch 11 Sent Ins | From under her pincushion she took the library key, and laid it in full view; then she felt at the back of a drawer for the blue brooch that Harney had given her. She would not have dared to wear it openly at North Dormer, but now she fastened it on her bosom as if it were a talisman to protect her in her flight. (158-159) | From under her pin-cushion she took the library key, and laid it in full view, then she felt at the back of a drawer for the blue brooch that Harney had given her, and she put it in her bosom, beneath her dress. (82) | ||
| Ch 17 Sent Ins | . . . she would find some quiet place where she could bear her child, and give it to decent people to keep; (261) | . . . she would manage to borrow a small sum from the faithful Ally, and find some quiet place where she could bear her child, and give it to decent people to keep; (137) | ||
| Ch 17 Sent Ins | . . . only one sensation had the weight of reality; it was the bodily burden of her child. But for it she would have felt as rootless as whiffs of thistledown the wind blew past her. Her child was like a load that held her down, and yet like a hand hat pulled her to her feet. She said to herself that she must get up and struggle on. . . . (264-265) | . . . only one sensation had the weight of reality: it was the bodily burden of her child. That was an anchor holding her to earth; but for it she would have felt as rootless as whiffs of thistledown the wind blew past her. Her child was like a load that held her down, and yet like a hand hat pulled her to her feet. She said to herself that she must get up and struggle on . . . (139) | ||
| Ch 17 Sent Del | She continued to look straight ahead. Tears of weariness and weakness were dimming her eyes and beginning to run over, . . . (267) | Tears of weariness and weakness were dimming her eyes and beginning to run over, . . . (140-141) | ||
| Ch 17 Sent Ins | She roused herself from her apathetic musing. “The train––what train?” (268) | She roused herself from her apathetic musing. “The train––what train?” She thought she had not understood. (141) |
