Synoptic Sentence View: Sentence 3359

Molloy Segment 3359, version 1 (MS-HRC-SB-4-7, f. 57r)

Mais cela mon fils ne pouvait s'en douter encore, le pauvre, il devait croire que l'envie cette rage qui le faisait trembler, et lui brouillait les traits, ne le quitterait que le jour où il l'honorerait,

Molloy Segment 3359, version 2 (Minuit 1951, p. 203)

Mais ça mon fils ne pouvait s'en douter encore, le pauvre, il devait croire que cette rage qui le faisait trembler, et lui brouillait les traits, ne le quitterait que le jour où il pourrait lui faire honneur.

Molloy Segment 3359, version 3 (Minuit 1953, p. 203)

Mais ça mon fils ne pouvait s'en douter encore, le pauvre, il devait croire que cette rage qui le faisait trembler, et lui brouillait les traits, ne le quitterait que le jour où il pourrait lui faire honneur.

Molloy Segment 3359, version 4 (MS-WU-MSS008-3-50-2, f. 47r)

But of that my unfortunate son could as yet have no suspicion, he must have thought that the rage which distorted his features and made him tremble would never leave him till the day he could vent it as it deserved.

Molloy Segment 3359, version 5 (Olympia 1955, p. 179)

But of that my unfortunate son could as yet have no suspicion, he must have thought that the rage which distorted his features and made him tremble would never leave him till the day he could vent it as it deserved.

Molloy Segment 3359, version 6 (Grove Press 1955, p. 179)

But of that my unfortunate son could as yet have no suspicion, he must have thought that the rage which distorted his features and made him tremble would never leave him till the day he could vent it as it deserved.

Molloy Segment 3359, version 7 (Olympia and Grove Press 1959, p. 177)

But of that my unfortunate son could as yet have no suspicion, he must have thought that the rage which distorted his features and made him tremble would never leave him till the the day he could vent it as it deserved.

Molloy Segment 3359, version 8 (Minuit 1971, p. 218)

Mais ça mon fils ne pouvait s'en douter encore, le pauvre, il devait croire que cette rage qui le faisait trembler, et lui brouillait les traits, ne le quitterait que le jour où il pourrait lui faire honneur.