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said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. | No speaker | the club now." "Hear, hear!"<|quote|>said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out.</|quote|>"You have not answered my | leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!"<|quote|>said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out.</|quote|>"You have not answered my question. Why did you not | if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!"<|quote|>said voices, not entirely hostile, for the... | reply. "May I make a statement, sir?" "Certainly." Seasoned and self-contained, devoid of the fervours of nationality or youth, the schoolmaster did what was for him a comparatively easy thing. He stood up and said, "I believe Dr. Aziz to be innocent." "You have a right to hold that opinion if you choose, but pray is t... | the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quod the" He broke off with affected politeness. "Oh, but he ... | Fielding realized this, and he remained seated. It was an ungracious, a caddish thing to do, perhaps an unsound thing to do, but he felt he had been passive long enough, and that he might be drawn into the wrong current if he did not make a stand. Ronny, who had not seen him, said in husky tones, "Oh please please all ... | with rage; person after person was being dragged into the mud. Having shot this bolt, the Major prepared the next. "Heaslop also found out something from his mother. Aziz paid a herd of natives to suffocate her in a cave. That was the end of her, or would have been only she got out. Nicely planned, wasn't it? Neat. The... | heard a rumour that a certain member here present has been seeing the prisoner this afternoon. You can't run with the hare and hunt with the hounds, at least not in this country." "Does anyone here present want to?" Fielding was determined not to be drawn again. He had something to say, but it should be at his own mome... | A Passage To India |
"You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" | Mr. Turton | the fellow for speaking out.<|quote|>"You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?"</|quote|>"With all deference, sir, I | entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out.<|quote|>"You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?"</|quote|>"With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer | Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out.<|quote|>"You have not answered my qu... | the fervours of nationality or youth, the schoolmaster did what was for him a comparatively easy thing. He stood up and said, "I believe Dr. Aziz to be innocent." "You have a right to hold that opinion if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certain... | the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quod the" He broke off with affected politeness. "Oh, but he has one of his friends here." The subaltern called, "Stand up, you swine." ... | thing to do, perhaps an unsound thing to do, but he felt he had been passive long enough, and that he might be drawn into the wrong current if he did not make a stand. Ronny, who had not seen him, said in husky tones, "Oh please please all sit down, I only want to listen what has been decided." "Heaslop, I'm telling th... | this bolt, the Major prepared the next. "Heaslop also found out something from his mother. Aziz paid a herd of natives to suffocate her in a cave. That was the end of her, or would have been only she got out. Nicely planned, wasn't it? Neat. Then he could go on with the girl. He and she and a guide, provided by the sam... | it. Attention shifted from him for a time. Then the buzz of women broke out again. The door had been opened by Ronny. The young man looked exhausted and tragic, also gentler than usual. He always showed deference to his superiors, but now it came straight from his heart. He seemed to appeal for their protection in the ... | A Passage To India |
"With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it." | Cyril Fielding | stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?"<|quote|>"With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it."</|quote|>"May I ask whether you | question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?"<|quote|>"With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it."</|quote|>"May I ask whether you have taken over charge of | the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?"<|quote|>"With all deference, sir, I am not... | easy thing. He stood up and said, "I believe Dr. Aziz to be innocent." "You have a right to hold that opinion if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, ... | we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quod the" He broke off with affected politeness. "Oh, but he has one of his friends here." The subaltern called, "Stand up, you swine." "Mr. Fielding, what has prevented you from standing up?" said the Collector, entering the fray at last... | passive long enough, and that he might be drawn into the wrong current if he did not make a stand. Ronny, who had not seen him, said in husky tones, "Oh please please all sit down, I only want to listen what has been decided." "Heaslop, I'm telling them I'm against any show of force," said the Collector apologetically.... | Aziz paid a herd of natives to suffocate her in a cave. That was the end of her, or would have been only she got out. Nicely planned, wasn't it? Neat. Then he could go on with the girl. He and she and a guide, provided by the same Mohammed Latif. Guide now can't be found. Pretty." His voice broke into a roar. "It's not... | doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quod the" He broke off with affected politeness. "Oh, but he has one ... | A Passage To India |
"May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?" | Mr. Turton | and I have concluded it."<|quote|>"May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?"</|quote|>Fielding moved towards the door. | to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it."<|quote|>"May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?"</|quote|>Fielding moved towards the door. "One moment, Mr. Fielding. You | said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it."<|quote|>"May I ask whether you have... | if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked ... | with affected politeness. "Oh, but he has one of his friends here." The subaltern called, "Stand up, you swine." "Mr. Fielding, what has prevented you from standing up?" said the Collector, entering the fray at last. It was the attack for which Fielding had waited, and to which he must reply. "May I make a statement, s... | had not seen him, said in husky tones, "Oh please please all sit down, I only want to listen what has been decided." "Heaslop, I'm telling them I'm against any show of force," said the Collector apologetically. "I don't know whether you will feel as I do, but that is how I am situated. When the verdict is obtained, it ... | only she got out. Nicely planned, wasn't it? Neat. Then he could go on with the girl. He and she and a guide, provided by the same Mohammed Latif. Guide now can't be found. Pretty." His voice broke into a roar. "It's not the time for sitting down. It's the time for action. Call in the troops and clear the bazaars." The... | their feet. But every human act in the East is tainted with officialism, and while honouring him they condemned Aziz and India. Fielding realized this, and he remained seated. It was an ungracious, a caddish thing to do, perhaps an unsound thing to do, but he felt he had been passive long enough, and that he might be d... | A Passage To India |
Fielding moved towards the door. | No speaker | over charge of this District?"<|quote|>Fielding moved towards the door.</|quote|>"One moment, Mr. Fielding. You | ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?"<|quote|>Fielding moved towards the door.</|quote|>"One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, | out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it." "May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?"<|quote|>Fielding moved towards the door.</|q... | insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my que... | The subaltern called, "Stand up, you swine." "Mr. Fielding, what has prevented you from standing up?" said the Collector, entering the fray at last. It was the attack for which Fielding had waited, and to which he must reply. "May I make a statement, sir?" "Certainly." Seasoned and self-contained, devoid of the fervour... | sit down, I only want to listen what has been decided." "Heaslop, I'm telling them I'm against any show of force," said the Collector apologetically. "I don't know whether you will feel as I do, but that is how I am situated. When the verdict is obtained, it will be another matter." "You are sure to know best; I have n... | go on with the girl. He and she and a guide, provided by the same Mohammed Latif. Guide now can't be found. Pretty." His voice broke into a roar. "It's not the time for sitting down. It's the time for action. Call in the troops and clear the bazaars." The Major's outbursts were always discounted, but he made everyone u... | Callendar laughed with friendly inwardness, and said, "Heaslop, Heaslop, next time bail's wanted, ring up the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but h... | A Passage To India |
"One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." | Mr. Turton | Fielding moved towards the door.<|quote|>"One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop."</|quote|>"Are you speaking to me | over charge of this District?" Fielding moved towards the door.<|quote|>"One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop."</|quote|>"Are you speaking to me off... | my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it." "May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?" Fielding moved towards the door.<|quote|>"One moment, Mr. Fielding. You ... | conclude my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand... | you swine." "Mr. Fielding, what has prevented you from standing up?" said the Collector, entering the fray at last. It was the attack for which Fielding had waited, and to which he must reply. "May I make a statement, sir?" "Certainly." Seasoned and self-contained, devoid of the fervours of nationality or youth, the sc... | to listen what has been decided." "Heaslop, I'm telling them I'm against any show of force," said the Collector apologetically. "I don't know whether you will feel as I do, but that is how I am situated. When the verdict is obtained, it will be another matter." "You are sure to know best; I have no experience, Burra Sa... | He and she and a guide, provided by the same Mohammed Latif. Guide now can't be found. Pretty." His voice broke into a roar. "It's not the time for sitting down. It's the time for action. Call in the troops and clear the bazaars." The Major's outbursts were always discounted, but he made everyone uneasy on this occasio... | buzz of women broke out again. The door had been opened by Ronny. The young man looked exhausted and tragic, also gentler than usual. He always showed deference to his superiors, but now it came straight from his heart. He seemed to appeal for their protection in the insult that had befallen him, and they, in instincti... | A Passage To India |
"Are you speaking to me officially, sir?" | Cyril Fielding | will apologize to Mr. Heaslop."<|quote|>"Are you speaking to me officially, sir?"</|quote|>The Collector, who never spoke | of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop."<|quote|>"Are you speaking to me officially, sir?"</|quote|>The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that | taken over charge of this District?" Fielding moved towards the door. "One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop."<|quote|>"Are you speaking to me offici... | they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it." "May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?" Fielding ... | sir?" "Certainly." Seasoned and self-contained, devoid of the fervours of nationality or youth, the schoolmaster did what was for him a comparatively easy thing. He stood up and said, "I believe Dr. Aziz to be innocent." "You have a right to hold that opinion if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should in... | verdict is obtained, it will be another matter." "You are sure to know best; I have no experience, Burra Sahib." "How is your mother, old boy?" "Better, thank you. I wish everyone would sit down." "Some have never got up," the young soldier said. "And the Major brings us an excellent report of Miss Quested," Turton wen... | troops and clear the bazaars." The Major's outbursts were always discounted, but he made everyone uneasy on this occasion. The crime was even worse than they had supposed the unspeakable limit of cynicism, untouched since 1857. Fielding forgot his anger on poor old Godbole's behalf, and became thoughtful; the evil was ... | down." "Some have never got up," the young soldier said. "And the Major brings us an excellent report of Miss Quested," Turton went on. "I do, I do, I'm satisfied." "You thought badly of her earlier, did you not, Major? That's why I refused bail." Callendar laughed with friendly inwardness, and said, "Heaslop, Heaslop,... | A Passage To India |
The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried, | No speaker | speaking to me officially, sir?"<|quote|>The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried,</|quote|>"Leave this room at once, | to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking to me officially, sir?"<|quote|>The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried,</|quote|>"Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret that | moved towards the door. "One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking to me officially, sir?"<|quote|>The Collector, who never spoke oth... | "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it." "May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?" Fielding moved towards the door. "One moment, Mr.... | the fervours of nationality or youth, the schoolmaster did what was for him a comparatively easy thing. He stood up and said, "I believe Dr. Aziz to be innocent." "You have a right to hold that opinion if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certain... | matter." "You are sure to know best; I have no experience, Burra Sahib." "How is your mother, old boy?" "Better, thank you. I wish everyone would sit down." "Some have never got up," the young soldier said. "And the Major brings us an excellent report of Miss Quested," Turton went on. "I do, I do, I'm satisfied." "You ... | outbursts were always discounted, but he made everyone uneasy on this occasion. The crime was even worse than they had supposed the unspeakable limit of cynicism, untouched since 1857. Fielding forgot his anger on poor old Godbole's behalf, and became thoughtful; the evil was propagating in every direction, it seemed t... | have never got up," the young soldier said. "And the Major brings us an excellent report of Miss Quested," Turton went on. "I do, I do, I'm satisfied." "You thought badly of her earlier, did you not, Major? That's why I refused bail." Callendar laughed with friendly inwardness, and said, "Heaslop, Heaslop, next time ba... | A Passage To India |
"Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret that I demeaned myself to meet you at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you" | Mr. Turton | lost his head. He cried,<|quote|>"Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret that I demeaned myself to meet you at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you"</|quote|>"I want to leave the | was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried,<|quote|>"Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret that I demeaned myself to meet you at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you"</|quote|>"I want to leave the room, but cannot while this | you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking to me officially, sir?" The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried,<|quote|>"Leave this room at once, and ... | all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it." "May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?" Fielding moved towards the door. "One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very... | thing. He stood up and said, "I believe Dr. Aziz to be innocent." "You have a right to hold that opinion if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and l... | mother, old boy?" "Better, thank you. I wish everyone would sit down." "Some have never got up," the young soldier said. "And the Major brings us an excellent report of Miss Quested," Turton went on. "I do, I do, I'm satisfied." "You thought badly of her earlier, did you not, Major? That's why I refused bail." Callenda... | worse than they had supposed the unspeakable limit of cynicism, untouched since 1857. Fielding forgot his anger on poor old Godbole's behalf, and became thoughtful; the evil was propagating in every direction, it seemed to have an existence of its own, apart from anything that was done or said by individuals, and he un... | time bail's wanted, ring up the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quod the" He broke off with affec... | A Passage To India |
"I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me," | Cyril Fielding | what is wrong with you"<|quote|>"I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me,"</|quote|>said Fielding lightly; the subaltern | are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you"<|quote|>"I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me,"</|quote|>said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path. | otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried, "Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret that I demeaned myself to meet you at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you"<|quote|>"I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentl... | moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking to me officially, sir?" The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he los... | my statement?" "Certainly." "I am waiting for the verdict of the courts. If he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr.... | I'm satisfied." "You thought badly of her earlier, did you not, Major? That's why I refused bail." Callendar laughed with friendly inwardness, and said, "Heaslop, Heaslop, next time bail's wanted, ring up the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the... | its own, apart from anything that was done or said by individuals, and he understood better why both Aziz and Hamidullah had been inclined to lie down and die. His adversary saw that he was in trouble, and now ventured to say, "I suppose nothing that's said inside the club will go outside the club?" winking the while a... | rose to their feet. But every human act in the East is tainted with officialism, and while honouring him they condemned Aziz and India. Fielding realized this, and he remained seated. It was an ungracious, a caddish thing to do, perhaps an unsound thing to do, but he felt he had been passive long enough, and that he mi... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path. | No speaker | while this gentleman prevents me,"<|quote|>said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path.</|quote|>"Let him go," said Ronny, | leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me,"<|quote|>said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path.</|quote|>"Let him go," said Ronny, almost in tears. It was | room at once, and I deeply regret that I demeaned myself to meet you at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you" "I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me,"<|quote|>said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his... | the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking to me officially, sir?" The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried, "Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret th... | he is guilty I resign from my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questio... | why I refused bail." Callendar laughed with friendly inwardness, and said, "Heaslop, Heaslop, next time bail's wanted, ring up the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always le... | he understood better why both Aziz and Hamidullah had been inclined to lie down and die. His adversary saw that he was in trouble, and now ventured to say, "I suppose nothing that's said inside the club will go outside the club?" winking the while at Lesley. "Why should it?" responded Lesley. "Oh, nothing. I only heard... | any show of force," said the Collector apologetically. "I don't know whether you will feel as I do, but that is how I am situated. When the verdict is obtained, it will be another matter." "You are sure to know best; I have no experience, Burra Sahib." "How is your mother, old boy?" "Better, thank you. I wish everyone ... | A Passage To India |
"Let him go," | Ronny Heaslop | had got across his path.<|quote|>"Let him go,"</|quote|>said Ronny, almost in tears. | said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path.<|quote|>"Let him go,"</|quote|>said Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only appeal | myself to meet you at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you" "I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me," said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path.<|quote|>"Let him go,"</|quote|>said Ronny, almost i... | you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking to me officially, sir?" The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried, "Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret that I demeaned myself to meet you at the station. ... | India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have ... | said, "Heaslop, Heaslop, next time bail's wanted, ring up the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quo... | inclined to lie down and die. His adversary saw that he was in trouble, and now ventured to say, "I suppose nothing that's said inside the club will go outside the club?" winking the while at Lesley. "Why should it?" responded Lesley. "Oh, nothing. I only heard a rumour that a certain member here present has been seein... | I'm against any show of force," said the Collector apologetically. "I don't know whether you will feel as I do, but that is how I am situated. When the verdict is obtained, it will be another matter." "You are sure to know best; I have no experience, Burra Sahib." "How is your mother, old boy?" "Better, thank you. I wi... | A Passage To India |
said Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only appeal that could have saved the situation. Whatever Heaslop wished must be done. There was a slight scuffle at the door, from which Fielding was propelled, a little more quickly than is natural, into the room where the ladies were playing cards. | No speaker | his path. "Let him go,"<|quote|>said Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only appeal that could have saved the situation. Whatever Heaslop wished must be done. There was a slight scuffle at the door, from which Fielding was propelled, a little more quickly than is natural, into the room where the ladies were playing car... | the subaltern had got across his path. "Let him go,"<|quote|>said Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only appeal that could have saved the situation. Whatever Heaslop wished must be done. There was a slight scuffle at the door, from which Fielding was propelled, a little more quickly than is natural, into the room wher... | you at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you" "I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me," said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path. "Let him go,"<|quote|>said Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only... | some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking to me officially, sir?" The Collector, who never spoke otherwise, was so infuriated that he lost his head. He cried, "Leave this room at once, and I deeply regret that I demeaned myself to meet you at the station. You have sunk to ... | from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal statement, and I have concluded it." "... | next time bail's wanted, ring up the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quod the" He broke off with ... | down and die. His adversary saw that he was in trouble, and now ventured to say, "I suppose nothing that's said inside the club will go outside the club?" winking the while at Lesley. "Why should it?" responded Lesley. "Oh, nothing. I only heard a rumour that a certain member here present has been seeing the prisoner t... | my service, and leave India. I resign from the club now." "Hear, hear!" said voices, not entirely hostile, for they liked the fellow for speaking out. "You have not answered my question. Why did you not stand when Mr. Heaslop entered?" "With all deference, sir, I am not here to answer questions, but to make a personal ... | A Passage To India |
"Fancy if I'd fallen or got angry," | Cyril Fielding | the ladies were playing cards.<|quote|>"Fancy if I'd fallen or got angry,"</|quote|>he thought. Of course he | natural, into the room where the ladies were playing cards.<|quote|>"Fancy if I'd fallen or got angry,"</|quote|>he thought. Of course he was a little angry. His | Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only appeal that could have saved the situation. Whatever Heaslop wished must be done. There was a slight scuffle at the door, from which Fielding was propelled, a little more quickly than is natural, into the room where the ladies were playing cards.<|quote|>"Fancy if I'd fallen or g... | at the station. You have sunk to the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you" "I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me," said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path. "Let him go," said Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only appeal that... | and I have concluded it." "May I ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?" Fielding moved towards the door. "One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize t... | quod the" He broke off with affected politeness. "Oh, but he has one of his friends here." The subaltern called, "Stand up, you swine." "Mr. Fielding, what has prevented you from standing up?" said the Collector, entering the fray at last. It was the attack for which Fielding had waited, and to which he must reply. "Ma... | present has been seeing the prisoner this afternoon. You can't run with the hare and hunt with the hounds, at least not in this country." "Does anyone here present want to?" Fielding was determined not to be drawn again. He had something to say, but it should be at his own moment. The attack failed to mature, because t... | fervours of nationality or youth, the schoolmaster did what was for him a comparatively easy thing. He stood up and said, "I believe Dr. Aziz to be innocent." "You have a right to hold that opinion if you choose, but pray is that any reason why you should insult Mr. Heaslop?" "May I conclude my statement?" "Certainly."... | A Passage To India |
he thought. Of course he was a little angry. His peers had never offered him violence or called him weak before, besides Heaslop had heaped coals of fire on his head. He wished he had not picked the quarrel over poor suffering Heaslop, when there were cleaner issues at hand. However, there it was, done, muddled through... | No speaker | I'd fallen or got angry,"<|quote|>he thought. Of course he was a little angry. His peers had never offered him violence or called him weak before, besides Heaslop had heaped coals of fire on his head. He wished he had not picked the quarrel over poor suffering Heaslop, when there were cleaner issues at hand. However, t... | were playing cards. "Fancy if I'd fallen or got angry,"<|quote|>he thought. Of course he was a little angry. His peers had never offered him violence or called him weak before, besides Heaslop had heaped coals of fire on his head. He wished he had not picked the quarrel over poor suffering Heaslop, when there were clea... | only appeal that could have saved the situation. Whatever Heaslop wished must be done. There was a slight scuffle at the door, from which Fielding was propelled, a little more quickly than is natural, into the room where the ladies were playing cards. "Fancy if I'd fallen or got angry,"<|quote|>he thought. Of course he... | the level of your associates; you are weak, weak, that is what is wrong with you" "I want to leave the room, but cannot while this gentleman prevents me," said Fielding lightly; the subaltern had got across his path. "Let him go," said Ronny, almost in tears. It was the only appeal that could have saved the situation. ... | ask whether you have taken over charge of this District?" Fielding moved towards the door. "One moment, Mr. Fielding. You are not to go yet, please. Before you leave the club, from which you do very well to resign, you will express some detestation of the crime, and you will apologize to Mr. Heaslop." "Are you speaking... | politeness. "Oh, but he has one of his friends here." The subaltern called, "Stand up, you swine." "Mr. Fielding, what has prevented you from standing up?" said the Collector, entering the fray at last. It was the attack for which Fielding had waited, and to which he must reply. "May I make a statement, sir?" "Certainl... | afternoon. You can't run with the hare and hunt with the hounds, at least not in this country." "Does anyone here present want to?" Fielding was determined not to be drawn again. He had something to say, but it should be at his own moment. The attack failed to mature, because the Collector did not support it. Attention... | the old doctor before giving it; his shoulders are broad, and, speaking in the strictest confidence, don't take the old doctor's opinion too seriously. He's a blithering idiot, we can always leave it at that, but he'll do the little he can towards keeping in quod the" He broke off with affected politeness. "Oh, but he ... | A Passage To India |
"In space things touch, in time things part," | Adela Quested | close while others kept away.<|quote|>"In space things touch, in time things part,"</|quote|>she repeated to herself while | except that some would come close while others kept away.<|quote|>"In space things touch, in time things part,"</|quote|>she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted | or not: her senses were abnormally inert and the only contact she anticipated was that of mind. Everything now was transferred to the surface of her body, which began to avenge itself, and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away.<|quote|>"In space things... | through magnifying glasses, always coming on fresh colonies, tiny hairs that might snap off and be drawn into the blood if they were neglected. She lay passive beneath their fingers, which developed the shock that had begun in the cave. Hitherto she had not much minded whether she was touched or not: her senses were ab... | he had an inclination to tell Professor Godbole of the tactical and moral error he had made in being rude to Heaslop, and to hear what he would say. But the old fellow had gone to bed, and slipped off unmolested to his new job in a day or two: he always did possess the knack of slipping off. CHAPTER XXII Adela lay for ... | up as a tiger, the body striped brown and yellow, a mask over the face. Mohurram was working up. The city beat a good many drums, but seemed good-tempered. He was invited to inspect a small tazia a flimsy and frivolous erection, more like a crinoline than the tomb of the grandson of the Prophet, done to death at Kerbel... | cool himself and regain mental balance he went on to the upper verandah for a moment, where the first object he saw was the Marabar Hills. At this distance and hour they leapt into beauty; they were Monsalvat, Walhalla, the towers of a cathedral, peopled with saints and heroes, and covered with flowers. What miscreant ... | make the best of it on advanced European lines, had developed his personality, explored his limitations, controlled his passions and he had done it all without becoming either pedantic or worldly. A creditable achievement, but as the moment passed, he felt he ought to have been working at something else the whole time,... | A Passage To India |
she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs. Moore, the only visitor she wanted, kept away. No one understoo... | No speaker | touch, in time things part,"<|quote|>she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs. Moore, the only visitor sh... | kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part,"<|quote|>she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs... | the only contact she anticipated was that of mind. Everything now was transferred to the surface of her body, which began to avenge itself, and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part,"<|quote|>she repeated to... | tiny hairs that might snap off and be drawn into the blood if they were neglected. She lay passive beneath their fingers, which developed the shock that had begun in the cave. Hitherto she had not much minded whether she was touched or not: her senses were abnormally inert and the only contact she anticipated was that ... | of the tactical and moral error he had made in being rude to Heaslop, and to hear what he would say. But the old fellow had gone to bed, and slipped off unmolested to his new job in a day or two: he always did possess the knack of slipping off. CHAPTER XXII Adela lay for several days in the McBrydes' bungalow. She had ... | and yellow, a mask over the face. Mohurram was working up. The city beat a good many drums, but seemed good-tempered. He was invited to inspect a small tazia a flimsy and frivolous erection, more like a crinoline than the tomb of the grandson of the Prophet, done to death at Kerbela. Excited children were pasting colou... | on to the upper verandah for a moment, where the first object he saw was the Marabar Hills. At this distance and hour they leapt into beauty; they were Monsalvat, Walhalla, the towers of a cathedral, peopled with saints and heroes, and covered with flowers. What miscreant lurked in them, presently to be detected by the... | to death at Kerbela. Excited children were pasting coloured paper over its ribs. The rest of the evening he spent with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, and others of the confederacy. The campaign was also working up. A telegram had been sent to the famous Amritrao, and his acceptance received. Application fo... | A Passage To India |
"I went into this detestable cave," | Adela Quested | if nothing particular had happened.<|quote|>"I went into this detestable cave,"</|quote|>she would say dryly, "and | would begin a speech as if nothing particular had happened.<|quote|>"I went into this detestable cave,"</|quote|>she would say dryly, "and I remember scratching the wall | were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs. Moore, the only visitor she wanted, kept away. No one understood her trouble, or knew why she vibrated between hard commonsense and hysteria. She would begin a speech as if nothing particular had happened.<|quote|>"I wen... | very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the me... | of her flesh. Hour after hour Miss Derek and Mrs. McBryde examined her through magnifying glasses, always coming on fresh colonies, tiny hairs that might snap off and be drawn into the blood if they were neglected. She lay passive beneath their fingers, which developed the shock that had begun in the cave. Hitherto she... | confederacy. The campaign was also working up. A telegram had been sent to the famous Amritrao, and his acceptance received. Application for bail was to be renewed it could not well be withheld now that Miss Quested was out of danger. The conference was serious and sensible, but marred by a group of itinerant musicians... | He did not know, but presently he would know. Great is information, and she shall prevail. It was the last moment of the light, and as he gazed at the Marabar Hills they seemed to move graciously towards him like a queen, and their charm became the sky's. At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool bened... | the Nawab Bahadur vetoed it; he said that musicians, who had walked many miles, might bring good luck. Late at night, he had an inclination to tell Professor Godbole of the tactical and moral error he had made in being rude to Heaslop, and to hear what he would say. But the old fellow had gone to bed, and slipped off u... | A Passage To India |
she would say dryly, | No speaker | went into this detestable cave,"<|quote|>she would say dryly,</|quote|>"and I remember scratching the | nothing particular had happened. "I went into this detestable cave,"<|quote|>she would say dryly,</|quote|>"and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to | the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs. Moore, the only visitor she wanted, kept away. No one understood her trouble, or knew why she vibrated between hard commonsense and hysteria. She would begin a speech as if nothing particular had happened. "I went into this detestable cave,"<|quote|>she wo... | would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sy... | Miss Derek and Mrs. McBryde examined her through magnifying glasses, always coming on fresh colonies, tiny hairs that might snap off and be drawn into the blood if they were neglected. She lay passive beneath their fingers, which developed the shock that had begun in the cave. Hitherto she had not much minded whether s... | up. A telegram had been sent to the famous Amritrao, and his acceptance received. Application for bail was to be renewed it could not well be withheld now that Miss Quested was out of danger. The conference was serious and sensible, but marred by a group of itinerant musicians, who were allowed to play in the compound.... | he would know. Great is information, and she shall prevail. It was the last moment of the light, and as he gazed at the Marabar Hills they seemed to move graciously towards him like a queen, and their charm became the sky's. At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, ... | the old fellow had gone to bed, and slipped off unmolested to his new job in a day or two: he always did possess the knack of slipping off. CHAPTER XXII Adela lay for several days in the McBrydes' bungalow. She had been touched by the sun, also hundreds of cactus spines had to be picked out of her flesh. Hour after hou... | A Passage To India |
"and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds really. I hit at him with the glasses, he p... | Adela Quested | cave," she would say dryly,<|quote|>"and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds really.... | "I went into this detestable cave," she would say dryly,<|quote|>"and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have ... | the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs. Moore, the only visitor she wanted, kept away. No one understood her trouble, or knew why she vibrated between hard commonsense and hysteria. She would begin a speech as if nothing particular had happened. "I went into this detestable cave," she would say dryly,<|quote|>"and I re... | others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs.... | McBryde examined her through magnifying glasses, always coming on fresh colonies, tiny hairs that might snap off and be drawn into the blood if they were neglected. She lay passive beneath their fingers, which developed the shock that had begun in the cave. Hitherto she had not much minded whether she was touched or no... | been sent to the famous Amritrao, and his acceptance received. Application for bail was to be renewed it could not well be withheld now that Miss Quested was out of danger. The conference was serious and sensible, but marred by a group of itinerant musicians, who were allowed to play in the compound. Each held a large ... | is information, and she shall prevail. It was the last moment of the light, and as he gazed at the Marabar Hills they seemed to move graciously towards him like a queen, and their charm became the sky's. At the moment they vanished they were everywhere, the cool benediction of the night descended, the stars sparkled, a... | be renewed it could not well be withheld now that Miss Quested was out of danger. The conference was serious and sensible, but marred by a group of itinerant musicians, who were allowed to play in the compound. Each held a large earthenware jar, containing pebbles, and jerked it up and down in time to a doleful chant. ... | A Passage To India |
Then her eyes would fill with tears. | No speaker | It all seems such nonsense."<|quote|>Then her eyes would fill with tears.</|quote|>"Naturally I'm upset, but I | never actually touched me once. It all seems such nonsense."<|quote|>Then her eyes would fill with tears.</|quote|>"Naturally I'm upset, but I shall get over it." And | It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds really. I hit at him with the glasses, he pulled me round the cave by the strap, it broke, I escaped, that's all. He never actually touched me once. It all seems such nonsense."<|quote|>Then her eyes would fill with tears.</|quote|>"N... | if nothing particular had happened. "I went into this detestable cave," she would say dryly, "and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose... | and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were k... | vetoed it; he said that musicians, who had walked many miles, might bring good luck. Late at night, he had an inclination to tell Professor Godbole of the tactical and moral error he had made in being rude to Heaslop, and to hear what he would say. But the old fellow had gone to bed, and slipped off unmolested to his n... | someone had told him there was such a moment, and he was obliged to believe. And he felt dubious and discontented suddenly, and wondered whether he was really and truly successful as a human being. After forty years' experience, he had learnt to manage his life and make the best of it on advanced European lines, had de... | was working up. The city beat a good many drums, but seemed good-tempered. He was invited to inspect a small tazia a flimsy and frivolous erection, more like a crinoline than the tomb of the grandson of the Prophet, done to death at Kerbela. Excited children were pasting coloured paper over its ribs. The rest of the ev... | A Passage To India |
"Naturally I'm upset, but I shall get over it." | Adela Quested | eyes would fill with tears.<|quote|>"Naturally I'm upset, but I shall get over it."</|quote|>And then she would break | seems such nonsense." Then her eyes would fill with tears.<|quote|>"Naturally I'm upset, but I shall get over it."</|quote|>And then she would break down entirely, and the women | suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds really. I hit at him with the glasses, he pulled me round the cave by the strap, it broke, I escaped, that's all. He never actually touched me once. It all seems such nonsense." Then her eyes would fill with tears.<|quote|>"Naturally I'm upset, but I shall get ov... | into this detestable cave," she would say dryly, "and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty se... | alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too resp... | had walked many miles, might bring good luck. Late at night, he had an inclination to tell Professor Godbole of the tactical and moral error he had made in being rude to Heaslop, and to hear what he would say. But the old fellow had gone to bed, and slipped off unmolested to his new job in a day or two: he always did p... | a moment, and he was obliged to believe. And he felt dubious and discontented suddenly, and wondered whether he was really and truly successful as a human being. After forty years' experience, he had learnt to manage his life and make the best of it on advanced European lines, had developed his personality, explored hi... | danger. The conference was serious and sensible, but marred by a group of itinerant musicians, who were allowed to play in the compound. Each held a large earthenware jar, containing pebbles, and jerked it up and down in time to a doleful chant. Distracted by the noise, he suggested their dismissal, but the Nawab Bahad... | A Passage To India |
And then she would break down entirely, and the women would feel she was one of themselves and cry too, and men in the next room murmur: "Good God, good God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her advanced outlook and the natural h... | No speaker | I shall get over it."<|quote|>And then she would break down entirely, and the women would feel she was one of themselves and cry too, and men in the next room murmur: "Good God, good God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her adva... | tears. "Naturally I'm upset, but I shall get over it."<|quote|>And then she would break down entirely, and the women would feel she was one of themselves and cry too, and men in the next room murmur: "Good God, good God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in th... | really. I hit at him with the glasses, he pulled me round the cave by the strap, it broke, I escaped, that's all. He never actually touched me once. It all seems such nonsense." Then her eyes would fill with tears. "Naturally I'm upset, but I shall get over it."<|quote|>And then she would break down entirely, and the w... | I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds really. I hit at him with the glasses, he pulled... | kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs. Moore,... | at night, he had an inclination to tell Professor Godbole of the tactical and moral error he had made in being rude to Heaslop, and to hear what he would say. But the old fellow had gone to bed, and slipped off unmolested to his new job in a day or two: he always did possess the knack of slipping off. CHAPTER XXII Adel... | he felt dubious and discontented suddenly, and wondered whether he was really and truly successful as a human being. After forty years' experience, he had learnt to manage his life and make the best of it on advanced European lines, had developed his personality, explored his limitations, controlled his passions and he... | others of the confederacy. The campaign was also working up. A telegram had been sent to the famous Amritrao, and his acceptance received. Application for bail was to be renewed it could not well be withheld now that Miss Quested was out of danger. The conference was serious and sensible, but marred by a group of itine... | A Passage To India |
"Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" | Adela Quested | cross-examination by an Indian lawyer.<|quote|>"Can Mrs. Moore be with me?"</|quote|>was all she said. "Certainly, | the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer.<|quote|>"Can Mrs. Moore be with me?"</|quote|>was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there | of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer.<|quote|>"Can Mrs. Moore be with me?"... | the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. ... | Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but inti... | for she felt in some vague way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well eithe... | the cave. Hitherto she had not much minded whether she was touched or not: her senses were abnormally inert and the only contact she anticipated was that of mind. Everything now was transferred to the surface of her body, which began to avenge itself, and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that som... | that? For a time her own logic would convince her, then she would hear the echo again, weep, declare she was unworthy of Ronny, and hope her assailant would get the maximum penalty. After one of these bouts, she longed to go out into the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way that ... | A Passage To India |
was all she said. | No speaker | Mrs. Moore be with me?"<|quote|>was all she said.</|quote|>"Certainly, and I shall be | by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?"<|quote|>was all she said.</|quote|>"Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The | towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?"<|quote|>was all she said.</|quote|... | the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled th... | by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, ... | way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to c... | much minded whether she was touched or not: her senses were abnormally inert and the only contact she anticipated was that of mind. Everything now was transferred to the surface of her body, which began to avenge itself, and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others... | out into the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could... | A Passage To India |
"Certainly, and I shall be there myself," | Ronny Heaslop | me?" was all she said.<|quote|>"Certainly, and I shall be there myself,"</|quote|>Ronny replied. "The case won't | "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said.<|quote|>"Certainly, and I shall be there myself,"</|quote|>Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected | police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said.<|quote|>"Certainly, and I shall be there... | the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a... | natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the... | leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny re... | was touched or not: her senses were abnormally inert and the only contact she anticipated was that of mind. Everything now was transferred to the surface of her body, which began to avenge itself, and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space th... | Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation ... | A Passage To India |
Ronny replied. | No speaker | I shall be there myself,"<|quote|>Ronny replied.</|quote|>"The case won't come before | all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself,"<|quote|>Ronny replied.</|quote|>"The case won't come before me; they've objected to me | fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself,"<|quote|>Ronny replied.</|quote|>"The ... | a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to anothe... | weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious the... | it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flour... | abnormally inert and the only contact she anticipated was that of mind. Everything now was transferred to the surface of her body, which began to avenge itself, and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," sh... | of her hearing, and the noise in the cave, so unimportant intellectually, was prolonged over the surface of her life. She had struck the polished wall for no reason and before the comment had died away, he followed her, and the climax was the falling of her field-glasses. The sound had spouted after her when she escape... | A Passage To India |
"The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." | Ronny Heaslop | be there myself," Ronny replied.<|quote|>"The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere."</|quote|>"Miss Quested realizes what all | said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied.<|quote|>"The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere."</|quote|>"Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde | of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied.<|quote|>"The case won't come befo... | The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and ve... | do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became... | felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, r... | and the only contact she anticipated was that of mind. Everything now was transferred to the surface of her body, which began to avenge itself, and feed unhealthily. People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to her... | she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, raging up and down like a nerve in the faculty of her hearing, and the noise in the cav... | A Passage To India |
"Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," | Mr. Mcbryde | it would be transferred elsewhere."<|quote|>"Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though,"</|quote|>said McBryde sadly. "The case | we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere."<|quote|>"Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though,"</|quote|>said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das | an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere."<|quote|>"Miss Quested realizes what a... | interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Mo... | suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor'... | only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, raging up and down like a nerve in the faculty of her hearing, and the noise in the cave, so unimportant intellectually, was prolonged over the surface of he... | People seemed very much alike, except that some would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed ove... | she was one of themselves and cry too, and men in the next room murmur: "Good God, good God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her advanced outlook and the natural honesty of her mind. Adela was always trying to "think the inciden... | A Passage To India |
said McBryde sadly. | No speaker | what all that means, though,"<|quote|>said McBryde sadly.</|quote|>"The case will come before | transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though,"<|quote|>said McBryde sadly.</|quote|>"The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant | me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though,"<|quote|>said McBryde sadly... | paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly... | but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mo... | old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, raging up and down like a nerve in the faculty of her hearing, and the noise in the cave, so unimportant intellectually, was prolonged over the surface of her life. She had struck the polished wall ... | would come close while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sy... | the faculty of her hearing, and the noise in the cave, so unimportant intellectually, was prolonged over the surface of her life. She had struck the polished wall for no reason and before the comment had died away, he followed her, and the climax was the falling of her field-glasses. The sound had spouted after her whe... | A Passage To India |
"The case will come before Das." | Mr. Mcbryde | means, though," said McBryde sadly.<|quote|>"The case will come before Das."</|quote|>Das was Ronny's assistant own | Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly.<|quote|>"The case will come before Das."</|quote|>Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya | she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly.<|quote|>"The case w... | and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there... | to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. The... | not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, raging up and down like a nerve in the faculty of her hearing, and the noise in the cave, so unimportant intellectually, was prolonged over the surface of her life. She had struck the polished wall for no reason... | while others kept away. "In space things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; wherea... | days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and sufferin... | A Passage To India |
Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the wom... | No speaker | case will come before Das."<|quote|>Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the sta... | though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das."<|quote|>Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an ... | be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das."<|quote|>Das was Ronn... | thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The ... | they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last... | disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, raging up and down like a nerve in the faculty of her hearing, and the noise in the cave, so unimportant intellectually, was prolonged over the surface of her life. She had struck the polished wall for no reason and before the comment had di... | things touch, in time things part," she repeated to herself while the thorns were being extracted her brain so weak that she could not decide whether the phrase was a philosophy or a pun. They were kind to her, indeed over-kind, the men too respectful, the women too sympathetic; whereas Mrs. Moore, the only visitor she... | loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fa... | A Passage To India |
"I must come before someone." | Adela Quested | the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor.<|quote|>"I must come before someone."</|quote|>"That's that's the way to | about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor.<|quote|>"I must come before someone."</|quote|>"That's that's the way to face it. You have the | courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor.<|quote|>"I must come before some... | be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and inte... | to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisone... | sound had spouted after her when she escaped, and was going on still like a river that gradually floods the plain. Only Mrs. Moore could drive it back to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of g... | hard commonsense and hysteria. She would begin a speech as if nothing particular had happened. "I went into this detestable cave," she would say dryly, "and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance t... | seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all be... | A Passage To India |
"That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." | Mr. Mcbryde | "I must come before someone."<|quote|>"That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested."</|quote|>He grew very bitter over | the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone."<|quote|>"That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested."</|quote|>He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them | the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone."<|quote|>"That's that's the way to face... | at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidenc... | and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-exami... | when she escaped, and was going on still like a river that gradually floods the plain. Only Mrs. Moore could drive it back to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her fri... | would begin a speech as if nothing particular had happened. "I went into this detestable cave," she would say dryly, "and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed li... | the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to... | A Passage To India |
He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them | No speaker | have the pluck, Miss Quested."<|quote|>He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them</|quote|>"the fruits of democracy." In | way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested."<|quote|>He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them</|quote|>"the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman | should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested."<|quote|>He grew very bitter over the ar... | that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over... | of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she sa... | floods the plain. Only Mrs. Moore could drive it back to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but sh... | this detestable cave," she would say dryly, "and I remember scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds... | least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to ent... | A Passage To India |
"the fruits of democracy." | Mr. Mcbryde | the arrangements, and called them<|quote|>"the fruits of democracy."</|quote|>In the old days an | He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them<|quote|>"the fruits of democracy."</|quote|>In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had | station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them<|quote|>"the fruits of democracy."<... | before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and so... | pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny rep... | to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus... | scratching the wall with my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds really. I hit at him with the glasses, he pulled me round t... | her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of... | A Passage To India |
In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tear... | No speaker | them "the fruits of democracy."<|quote|>In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave... | over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy."<|quote|>In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the coun... | some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy."<|quote|>In the old days an Engli... | Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had s... | a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come... | seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all be... | my finger-nail, to start the usual echo, and then as I was saying there was this shadow, or sort of shadow, down the entrance tunnel, bottling me up. It seemed like an age, but I suppose the whole thing can't have lasted thirty seconds really. I hit at him with the glasses, he pulled me round the cave by the strap, it ... | had spouted after her when she escaped, and was going on still like a river that gradually floods the plain. Only Mrs. Moore could drive it back to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief a... | A Passage To India |
"I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," | Adela Quested | on the brass Benares bowls.<|quote|>"I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well,"</|quote|>she said, blowing her nose | inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls.<|quote|>"I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well,"</|quote|>she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I | her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls.<|quote|>"I do this less every day, ... | grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of... | means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an E... | comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first t... | upset, but I shall get over it." And then she would break down entirely, and the women would feel she was one of themselves and cry too, and men in the next room murmur: "Good God, good God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her a... | Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said Mc... | A Passage To India |
she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. | No speaker | shall soon be quite well,"<|quote|>she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous.</|quote|>"What I need is something | this less every day, I shall soon be quite well,"<|quote|>she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous.</|quote|>"What I need is something to do. That is why | gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well,"<|quote|>she said, blowing her nose and fee... | democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little sh... | was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women h... | spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day ... | down entirely, and the women would feel she was one of themselves and cry too, and men in the next room murmur: "Good God, good God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her advanced outlook and the natural honesty of her mind. Adela... | had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Ind... | A Passage To India |
"What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." | Adela Quested | her nose and feeling hideous.<|quote|>"What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying."</|quote|>"It's not ridiculous, we think | quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous.<|quote|>"What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying."</|quote|>"It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman | tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous.<|quote|>"What I need is something ... | not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the ... | Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, ... | Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official ... | was one of themselves and cry too, and men in the next room murmur: "Good God, good God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her advanced outlook and the natural honesty of her mind. Adela was always trying to "think the incident ou... | grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could... | A Passage To India |
"It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," | Mr. Mcbryde | on with this ridiculous crying."<|quote|>"It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful,"</|quote|>said the policeman very sincerely. | That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying."<|quote|>"It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful,"</|quote|>said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that | carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying."<|quote|>"It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful,"... | would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably cov... | evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You hav... | which they had concealed from her during the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it int... | God!" No one realized that she thought tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her advanced outlook and the natural honesty of her mind. Adela was always trying to "think the incident out," always reminding herself that no harm had been done. There was "the shock," but ... | replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the... | A Passage To India |
said the policeman very sincerely. | No speaker | ridiculous, we think you wonderful,"<|quote|>said the policeman very sincerely.</|quote|>"It only bothers us that | this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful,"<|quote|>said the policeman very sincerely.</|quote|>"It only bothers us that we can't help you more. | drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful,"<|quote|>said the policeman very sincerely.</|qu... | would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowl... | one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew ver... | the crisis, by the doctor's orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger... | tears vile, a degradation more subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her advanced outlook and the natural honesty of her mind. Adela was always trying to "think the incident out," always reminding herself that no harm had been done. There was "the shock," but what is that? For a time her own logic ... | the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical ta... | A Passage To India |
"It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" | Mr. Mcbryde | said the policeman very sincerely.<|quote|>"It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house"</|quote|>He too was overcome with | ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely.<|quote|>"It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house"</|quote|>He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a | bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely.<|quote|>"It only bothers us that we can't ... | to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I sha... | should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangemen... | orders. She learnt for the first time of the Mohurram troubles. There had nearly been a riot. The last day of the festival, the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and h... | subtle than anything endured in the Marabar, a negation of her advanced outlook and the natural honesty of her mind. Adela was always trying to "think the incident out," always reminding herself that no harm had been done. There was "the shock," but what is that? For a time her own logic would convince her, then she wo... | it back to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When th... | A Passage To India |
He too was overcome with emotion. | No speaker | the greatest honour this house"<|quote|>He too was overcome with emotion.</|quote|>"By the way, a letter | at such a time is the greatest honour this house"<|quote|>He too was overcome with emotion.</|quote|>"By the way, a letter came here for you while | need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house"<|quote|>He too was overcome with emotion.</... | wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I ... | it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any ... | the great procession left its official route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial.... | trying to "think the incident out," always reminding herself that no harm had been done. There was "the shock," but what is that? For a time her own logic would convince her, then she would hear the echo again, weep, declare she was unworthy of Ronny, and hope her assailant would get the maximum penalty. After one of t... | another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on pe... | A Passage To India |
"By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," | Mr. Mcbryde | too was overcome with emotion.<|quote|>"By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill,"</|quote|>he continued. "I opened it, | greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion.<|quote|>"By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill,"</|quote|>he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession | is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion.<|quote|>"By the way, a letter came here... | she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "I... | of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss h... | route, and tried to enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, ide... | always reminding herself that no harm had been done. There was "the shock," but what is that? For a time her own logic would convince her, then she would hear the echo again, weep, declare she was unworthy of Ronny, and hope her assailant would get the maximum penalty. After one of these bouts, she longed to go out int... | with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more they spoke the more wretched and self-conscious they became. Practical talk was the least painful, and he and McBryde now told her one or two things which they had concealed from her during the c... | A Passage To India |
he continued. | No speaker | you while you were ill,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"I opened it, which is | a letter came here for you while you were ill,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. | think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"I opened it, which... | covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely... | face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have foll... | cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawye... | but what is that? For a time her own logic would convince her, then she would hear the echo again, weep, declare she was unworthy of Ronny, and hope her assailant would get the maximum penalty. After one of these bouts, she longed to go out into the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vag... | all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will ... | A Passage To India |
"I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." | Mr. Mcbryde | you were ill," he continued.<|quote|>"I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding."</|quote|>"Why should he write to | came here for you while you were ill," he continued.<|quote|>"I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding."</|quote|>"Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing | wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued.<|quote|>"I opened it, which is a strange confe... | or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only ... | You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He ... | it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs.... | is that? For a time her own logic would convince her, then she would hear the echo again, weep, declare she was unworthy of Ronny, and hope her assailant would get the maximum penalty. After one of these bouts, she longed to go out into the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way th... | enter the civil station, and a telephone had been cut because it interrupted the advance of one of the larger paper towers. McBryde and his police had pulled the thing straight a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, ... | A Passage To India |
"Why should he write to me?" | Adela Quested | peculiar. It is from Fielding."<|quote|>"Why should he write to me?"</|quote|>"A most lamentable thing has | forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding."<|quote|>"Why should he write to me?"</|quote|>"A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold | time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding."<|quote|>"Why should he write to me?"</|quot... | her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He to... | old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronn... | piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before... | unworthy of Ronny, and hope her assailant would get the maximum penalty. After one of these bouts, she longed to go out into the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawa... | kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed ... | A Passage To India |
"A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." | Mr. Mcbryde | should he write to me?"<|quote|>"A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him."</|quote|>"He's a crank, a crank," | It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?"<|quote|>"A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him."</|quote|>"He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your | house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?"<|quote|>"A most lamentable thing has happened. ... | I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the... | have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room... | to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on... | assailant would get the maximum penalty. After one of these bouts, she longed to go out into the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that ... | the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away... | A Passage To India |
"He's a crank, a crank," | Ronny Heaslop | defence got hold of him."<|quote|>"He's a crank, a crank,"</|quote|>said Ronny lightly. "That's your | lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him."<|quote|>"He's a crank, a crank,"</|quote|>said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but | came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him."<|quote|>"He's a crank, a crank,"</|quote|... | with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were i... | her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carp... | appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one tim... | longed to go out into the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If o... | a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come... | A Passage To India |
said Ronny lightly. | No speaker | "He's a crank, a crank,"<|quote|>said Ronny lightly.</|quote|>"That's your way of putting | defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank,"<|quote|>said Ronny lightly.</|quote|>"That's your way of putting it, but a man can | you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank,"<|quote|>said Ronny lightly.</|quote|>"Th... | not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, whi... | have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered i... | prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred else... | the bazaars and ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have see... | of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; t... | A Passage To India |
"That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will." | Mr. Mcbryde | a crank," said Ronny lightly.<|quote|>"That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will."</|quote|>He told her. "He is | of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly.<|quote|>"That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will."</|quote|>He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the | he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly.<|quote|>"That's your way of putting... | think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange con... | deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming ... | to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come before me; they've objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested... | ask pardon from everyone she met, for she felt in some vague way that she was leaving the world worse than she found it. She felt that it was her crime, until the intellect, reawakening, pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! Th... | It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous ... | A Passage To India |
He told her. | No speaker | tell her, somebody else will."<|quote|>He told her.</|quote|>"He is now the mainstay | to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will."<|quote|>He told her.</|quote|>"He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't | happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will."<|quote|>He told her.</|quote|>"He is now the mainstay of the ... | with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's... | room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous ... | on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last mon... | pointed out to her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, raging up and down like a nerve in the faculty of her hearing, ... | the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment woul... | A Passage To India |
"He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusias... | Mr. Mcbryde | else will." He told her.<|quote|>"He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His studen... | you don't tell her, somebody else will." He told her.<|quote|>"He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the m... | got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will." He told her.<|quote|>"He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is t... | the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank,... | cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's ... | It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous ... | her that she was inaccurate here, and set her again upon her sterile round. If only she could have seen Mrs. Moore! The old lady had not been well either, and was disinclined to come out, Ronny reported. And consequently the echo flourished, raging up and down like a nerve in the faculty of her hearing, and the noise i... | that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgme... | A Passage To India |
"Is it?" | Adela Quested | it was useful to us."<|quote|>"Is it?"</|quote|>she said feebly. "Not at | to open it in case it was useful to us."<|quote|>"Is it?"</|quote|>she said feebly. "Not at all. He only has the | never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us."<|quote|>"Is it?"</|quote|>she said feebly. "Not at all. He only ha... | the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave d... | forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how ... | arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the res... | could drive it back to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do t... | grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was c... | A Passage To India |
she said feebly. | No speaker | useful to us." "Is it?"<|quote|>she said feebly.</|quote|>"Not at all. He only | it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?"<|quote|>she said feebly.</|quote|>"Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest | had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?"<|quote|>she said feebly.</|quote|>"Not at all. He only has the imper... | and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to... | The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved t... | called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave ... | it back to its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When th... | whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but that he should be judge over an English girl had convulsed the station with wrath, and some of the women had sent a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of t... | A Passage To India |
"Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake." | Mr. Mcbryde | "Is it?" she said feebly.<|quote|>"Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake."</|quote|>"Would that I had!" She | it was useful to us." "Is it?" she said feebly.<|quote|>"Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake."</|quote|>"Would that I had!" She glanced through the letter, which | trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?" she said feebly.<|quote|>"Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you hav... | chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole co... | peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't te... | fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden... | its source and seal the broken reservoir. Evil was loose . . . she could even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus th... | said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will ... | A Passage To India |
"Would that I had!" | Adela Quested | you have made a mistake."<|quote|>"Would that I had!"</|quote|>She glanced through the letter, | has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake."<|quote|>"Would that I had!"</|quote|>She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal | here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?" she said feebly. "Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake."<|quote|>"Would that I had!"</|quote|>She glanced through the letter, whic... | enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enoug... | has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will." He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I ne... | nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, tr... | even hear it entering the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny ... | it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed.... | A Passage To India |
She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again. | No speaker | mistake." "Would that I had!"<|quote|>She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again.</|quote|>"But think of his behaviour | suggest you have made a mistake." "Would that I had!"<|quote|>She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again.</|quote|>"But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you | two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?" she said feebly. "Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake." "Would that I had!"<|quote|>She glanced through the letter, which was careful and forma... | of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situatio... | got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will." He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one r... | have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowe... | the lives of others. . . . And Adela spent days in this atmosphere of grief and depression. Her friends kept up their spirits by demanding holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away... | a telegram about it to Lady Mellanby, the wife of the Lieutenant-Governor. "I must come before someone." "That's that's the way to face it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appea... | A Passage To India |
"But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the... | Adela Quested | voice began to tremble again.<|quote|>"But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I... | innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again.<|quote|>"But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone b... | "Is it?" she said feebly. "Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake." "Would that I had!" She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again.<|quote|>"But think of his behaviour to you, R... | never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?" she said feebly. "Not at all. He only has the impertinenc... | being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will." He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one an... | the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she ... | holocausts of natives, but she was too worried and weak to do that. When the cactus thorns had all been extracted, and her temperature fallen to normal, Ronny came to fetch her away. He was worn with indignation and suffering, and she wished she could comfort him; but intimacy seemed to caricature itself, and the more ... | objected to me on personal grounds. It will be at Chandrapore we thought at one time it would be transferred elsewhere." "Miss Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried ... | No speaker | so don't touch me, please."<|quote|>Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps i... | arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please."<|quote|>Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her ... | Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write what he likes, only he shouldn't have been rude to you when you had so much to bear. That's what matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please."<|quote|>Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a wo... | we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm not fit for personal relationships. Well, let's go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can th... | He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake." "Would that I had!" She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again. "But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for ... | from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody... | a fine piece of work. They passed on to another and very painful subject: the trial. She would have to appear in court, identify the prisoner, and submit to cross-examination by an Indian lawyer. "Can Mrs. Moore be with me?" was all she said. "Certainly, and I shall be there myself," Ronny replied. "The case won't come... | something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a le... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her bac... | No speaker | the rough with the smooth,"<|quote|>said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Chri... | one another, we must take the rough with the smooth,"<|quote|>said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, ... | of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth,"<|quote|>said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was ... | matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly An... | give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm not fit for persona... | Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would ... | Quested realizes what all that means, though," said McBryde sadly. "The case will come before Das." Das was Ronny's assistant own brother to the Mrs. Bhattacharya whose carriage had played them false last month. He was courteous and intelligent, and with the evidence before him could only come to one conclusion; but th... | do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely. "It only bothers us that we can't help you more. Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came her... | A Passage To India |
"Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." | Ronny Heaslop | neared his bungalow, he said:<|quote|>"Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion."</|quote|>He seemed warning her against | movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said:<|quote|>"Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion."</|quote|>He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took | called her by her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said:<|quote|>"Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of... | with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Christian name. Then R... | bear. That's what matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was super... | that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?" she said feebly. "Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake." "Would that I had!" She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to trem... | it. You have the pluck, Miss Quested." He grew very bitter over the arrangements, and called them "the fruits of democracy." In the old days an Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed.... | mistake." "Would that I had!" She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again. "But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repa... | A Passage To India |
He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. | No speaker | one expects, in my opinion."<|quote|>He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened.</|quote|>"What can I do to | people never take things as one expects, in my opinion."<|quote|>He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened.</|quote|>"What can I do to make things easier for you? | like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion."<|quote|>He seemed warning her against appro... | trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and ... | affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her ow... | to suggest you have made a mistake." "Would that I had!" She glanced through the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again. "But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of h... | Englishwoman would not have had to appear, nor would any Indian have dared to discuss her private affairs. She would have made her deposition, and judgment would have followed. He apologized to her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered m... | to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm not fit for personal relationships. Well, let's go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write... | A Passage To India |
"What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," | Adela Quested | would last, whatever else happened.<|quote|>"What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter,"</|quote|>she sighed. "Dear old girl | that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened.<|quote|>"What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter,"</|quote|>she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old | course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened.<|quote|>"What can I do t... | drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old peopl... | Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic... | voice began to tremble again. "But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we... | her for the condition of the country, with the result that she gave one of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall ... | He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out... | A Passage To India |
she sighed. | No speaker | you? it's you who matter,"<|quote|>she sighed.</|quote|>"Dear old girl to say | to make things easier for you? it's you who matter,"<|quote|>she sighed.</|quote|>"Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then | expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter,"<|quote|>she sighed.</|quote|>"Dear ... | hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed war... | for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send ba... | you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I wa... | of her sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "Wh... | good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm not fit for personal relationships. Well, let's go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write what he likes, only he shouldn't have been rude to you w... | A Passage To India |
"Dear old girl to say so." | Ronny Heaslop | you who matter," she sighed.<|quote|>"Dear old girl to say so."</|quote|>"Dear old boy." Then she | things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed.<|quote|>"Dear old girl to say so."</|quote|>"Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill | my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed.<|quote|>"Dear old girl to say so."<... | advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her aga... | tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudk... | already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to be... | sudden little shoots of tears. Ronny wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I ne... | the letter, which was careful and formal in its wording. "Dr. Aziz is innocent," she read. Then her voice began to tremble again. "But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to g... | A Passage To India |
"Dear old boy." | Adela Quested | old girl to say so."<|quote|>"Dear old boy."</|quote|>Then she cried: "Ronny, she | who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so."<|quote|>"Dear old boy."</|quote|>Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured | against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so."<|quote|>"Dear old boy."</|quote|>Then she c... | both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but... | of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be fr... | my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All th... | wandered miserably about the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I ... | had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "O... | A Passage To India |
Then she cried: | No speaker | say so." "Dear old boy."<|quote|>Then she cried:</|quote|>"Ronny, she isn't ill too?" | sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy."<|quote|>Then she cried:</|quote|>"Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar | but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy."<|quote|>Then she cried:</|quote|>"Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He... | left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no no... | Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully si... | was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I t... | the room while she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridicul... | it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she ha... | A Passage To India |
"Ronny, she isn't ill too?" | Adela Quested | old boy." Then she cried:<|quote|>"Ronny, she isn't ill too?"</|quote|>He reassured her; Major Callendar | girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried:<|quote|>"Ronny, she isn't ill too?"</|quote|>He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll | no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried:<|quote|>"Ronny, she isn't ill too?"</|quote|>He reassured he... | less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her frie... | she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde ... | him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learn... | she cried, treading upon the flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "I... | of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be fr... | A Passage To India |
He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. | No speaker | "Ronny, she isn't ill too?"<|quote|>He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied.</|quote|>"But you'll find her irritable. | old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?"<|quote|>He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied.</|quote|>"But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. | Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?"<|quote|>He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied.... | of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was s... | must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her... | I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance... | flowers of the Kashmir carpet that so inevitably covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think ... | at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm not fit for personal relationships. Well, let's go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write what he likes, only he shouldn't have been rude to you when you had so much to... | A Passage To India |
"But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disapp... | Ronny Heaslop | Major Callendar was not dissatisfied.<|quote|>"But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still... | ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied.<|quote|>"But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a s... | she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied.<|quote|>"But you'll find her irritable. We a... | said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would ... | rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Christian name. ... | one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm ... | covered it or drumming on the brass Benares bowls. "I do this less every day, I shall soon be quite well," she said, blowing her nose and feeling hideous. "What I need is something to do. That is why I keep on with this ridiculous crying." "It's not ridiculous, we think you wonderful," said the policeman very sincerely... | get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm not fit for personal relationships. Well, let's go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write what he likes, only he shouldn't have been rude to y... | A Passage To India |
The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. | No speaker | one. Don't expect too much."<|quote|>The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles.</|quote|>"Here you are both back," | home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much."<|quote|>The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles.</|quote|... | own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much."<|quote|>The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow ... | you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I ... | for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opi... | let's go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write what he likes, only he shouldn't have been rude to you when you had so much to bear. That's what matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate g... | Your stopping here at such a time is the greatest honour this house" He too was overcome with emotion. "By the way, a letter came here for you while you were ill," he continued. "I opened it, which is a strange confession to make. Will you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he... | it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she ha... | A Passage To India |
"Here you are both back," | Mrs. Moore | Adela from her own troubles.<|quote|>"Here you are both back,"</|quote|>was the only greeting. Adela | the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles.<|quote|>"Here you are both back,"</|quote|>was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her | one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles.<|quote|>"Here you are both back,"</|quote|>was the... | for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replic... | mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? ... | I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengea... | you forgive me? The circumstances are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know ... | and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one an... | A Passage To India |
was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. | No speaker | "Here you are both back,"<|quote|>was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"Are you all right? You | Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back,"<|quote|>was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"Are you all right? You appeared all right when I | The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back,"<|quote|>was the only greeting. Adela sat down and too... | own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had ... | never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no notice. Her friendship with Mrs. Moore was so deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed... | don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served he... | are peculiar. It is from Fielding." "Why should he write to me?" "A most lamentable thing has happened. The defence got hold of him." "He's a crank, a crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don'... | the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge at all. I'm not fit for personal relationships. Well, let's go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write what he likes, only he shouldn't have been rude to you when you had so much to be... | A Passage To India |
"Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," | Ronny Heaslop | did she repel Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left,"</|quote|>said Ronny, trying not to | as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left,"</|quote|>said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had | didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"Are you all right? You appeared all right whe... | to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise o... | deep and real that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irri... | to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," sa... | crank," said Ronny lightly. "That's your way of putting it, but a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will." He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of t... | a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a wit... | A Passage To India |
said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. | No speaker | all right when I left,"<|quote|>said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed.</|quote|>"I am all right," she | you all right? You appeared all right when I left,"<|quote|>said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed.</|quote|>"I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter | roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left,"<|quote|>said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he... | your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you a... | else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for y... | was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jo... | a man can be a crank without being a cad. Miss Quested had better know how he behaved to you. If you don't tell her, somebody else will." He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all ch... | left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disappointment, but she took no no... | A Passage To India |
"I am all right," | Mrs. Moore | could not but feel annoyed.<|quote|>"I am all right,"</|quote|>she said heavily. "As a | a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed.<|quote|>"I am all right,"</|quote|>she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have | felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed.<|quote|>"I am all right,"</|quote|>she said heavily. "As... | Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did s... | boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able ... | own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightful... | else will." He told her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are o... | that she felt sure it would last, whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are ... | A Passage To India |
she said heavily. | No speaker | annoyed. "I am all right,"<|quote|>she said heavily.</|quote|>"As a matter of fact | he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right,"<|quote|>she said heavily.</|quote|>"As a matter of fact I have been looking at | others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right,"<|quote|>she said heavily.</|quote|>"As a matter of fact ... | severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are ... | "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure t... | she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde ... | her. "He is now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enth... | a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance,... | A Passage To India |
"As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." | Mrs. Moore | all right," she said heavily.<|quote|>"As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought."</|quote|>"We can go into that | but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily.<|quote|>"As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought."</|quote|>"We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and | so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily.<|quote|>"As a matter of fact I have been looking at my retu... | was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You ... | ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special e... | "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek ki... | now the mainstay of the defence, I needn't add. He is the one righteous Englishman in a horde of tyrants. He receives deputations from the bazaar, and they all chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for h... | her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one... | A Passage To India |
"We can go into that later, can't we?" | Ronny Heaslop | boats home than I thought."<|quote|>"We can go into that later, can't we?"</|quote|>"Ralph and Stella may be | a much larger choice of boats home than I thought."<|quote|>"We can go into that later, can't we?"</|quote|>"Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I | to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought."<|quote|>"We can go into that later, can't we?"</|quote|>"Ralph an... | the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not ... | nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left... | and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a m... | chew betel nut and smear one another's hands with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole co... | Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully si... | A Passage To India |
"Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." | Mrs. Moore | into that later, can't we?"<|quote|>"Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive."</|quote|>"There is plenty of time | I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?"<|quote|>"Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive."</|quote|>"There is plenty of time for all such plans. How | he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?"<|quote|>"Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive."</|... | her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she sai... | more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs.... | trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and ... | with scent. It is not easy to enter into the mind of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, wa... | a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disapp... | A Passage To India |
"There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?" | Ronny Heaslop | to know when I arrive."<|quote|>"There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?"</|quote|>"I am counting on you | and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive."<|quote|>"There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?"</|quote|>"I am counting on you to help me through; it | said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive."<|quote|>"There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you... | repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at m... | she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up wh... | would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared hi... | of such a man. His students are on strike out of enthusiasm for him they won't learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situatio... | must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frightfully sick. Both Mrs. McBryde and Miss Derek kissed her, and called her by her Ch... | A Passage To India |
"I am counting on you to help me through; it is such a blessing to be with you again, everyone else is a stranger," | Adela Quested | you think our Adela looks?"<|quote|>"I am counting on you to help me through; it is such a blessing to be with you again, everyone else is a stranger,"</|quote|>said the girl rapidly. But | all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?"<|quote|>"I am counting on you to help me through; it is such a blessing to be with you again, everyone else is a stranger,"</|quote|>said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination | is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?"<|quote|>"I am counting on you to help me through; it is such a... | when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home t... | I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles... | her Christian name. Then Ronny drove her back. It was early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one... | learn their lessons. If it weren't for Fielding one would never have had the Mohurram trouble. He has done a very grave disservice to the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?"... | early in the morning, for the day, as the hot weather advanced, swelled like a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as ... | A Passage To India |
said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, as... | No speaker | everyone else is a stranger,"<|quote|>said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she h... | to be with you again, everyone else is a stranger,"<|quote|>said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against... | and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?" "I am counting on you to help me through; it is such a blessing to be with you again, everyone else is a stranger,"<|quote|>said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be ... | could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is ple... | the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as ot... | a monster at both ends, and left less and less room for the movements of mortals. As they neared his bungalow, he said: "Mother's looking forward to seeing you, but of course she's old, one mustn't forget that. Old people never take things as one expects, in my opinion." He seemed warning her against approaching disapp... | the whole community. The letter lay here a day or two, waiting till you were well enough, then the situation got so grave that I decided to open it in case it was useful to us." "Is it?" she said feebly. "Not at all. He only has the impertinence to suggest you have made a mistake." "Would that I had!" She glanced throu... | are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much.... | A Passage To India |
"I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" | Adela Quested | was expected on the bungalow.<|quote|>"I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try"</|quote|>Adela continued, working again towards | of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow.<|quote|>"I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try"</|quote|>Adela continued, working again towards tears. "I shouldn't mind if | tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow.<|quote|>"I know it's all nothing; I m... | me through; it is such a blessing to be with you again, everyone else is a stranger," said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness,... | to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that ... | I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own ... | to tremble again. "But think of his behaviour to you, Ronny. When you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all t... | whatever else happened. "What can I do to make things easier for you? it's you who matter," she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll ... | A Passage To India |
Adela continued, working again towards tears. | No speaker | be sensible, I do try"<|quote|>Adela continued, working again towards tears.</|quote|>"I shouldn't mind if it | it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try"<|quote|>Adela continued, working again towards tears.</|quote|>"I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at | against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try"<|quote|>Adela continued, working again towards tears.<... | everyone else is a stranger," said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken... | a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know wh... | she sighed. "Dear old girl to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother w... | you had already to bear so much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I wa... | of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he... | A Passage To India |
"I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen." | Mrs. Moore | continued, working again towards tears.<|quote|>"I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen."</|quote|>Ronny supposed that he understood | sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears.<|quote|>"I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen."</|quote|>Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could | taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears.<|quote|>"I shouldn't mind if it had happ... | the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked s... | not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is plenty of... | say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office ... | much for my sake! It was shocking of him. My dear, how can I repay you? How can one repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginnin... | are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much.... | A Passage To India |
Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like o... | No speaker | know where it did happen."<|quote|>Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Ma... | at least I really don't know where it did happen."<|quote|>Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. ... | awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears. "I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen."<|quote|>Ronny supposed that he understoo... | She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack wa... | looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?" "I am counting on you to help ... | not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-com... | repay when one has nothing to give? What is the use of personal relationships when everyone brings less and less to them? I feel we ought all to go back into the desert for centuries and try and get good. I want to begin at the beginning. All the things I thought I'd learnt are just a hindrance, they're not knowledge a... | special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this rou... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." | Adela Quested | in sequence with white paint.<|quote|>"Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing."</|quote|>"Oh, what of the echo?" | they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint.<|quote|>"Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing."</|quote|>"Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention | have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint.<|quote|>"Yes, I mean that, at least not ex... | sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears. "I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen." Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleare... | be with you again, everyone else is a stranger," said the girl rapidly. But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human ... | house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. ... | go, let's go. Of course Mr. Fielding's letter doesn't count; he can think and write what he likes, only he shouldn't have been rude to you when you had so much to bear. That's what matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-by... | troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the gi... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, what of the echo?" | Mrs. Moore | that I keep on hearing."<|quote|>"Oh, what of the echo?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention | but there is this echo that I keep on hearing."<|quote|>"Oh, what of the echo?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first | capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing."<|quote|>"Oh, what of the echo?"</|quote|>aske... | else; at least I really don't know where it did happen." Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He... | inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to l... | severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are ... | only he shouldn't have been rude to you when you had so much to bear. That's what matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to ... | But Mrs. Moore showed no inclination to be helpful. A sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questi... | A Passage To India |
asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. | No speaker | "Oh, what of the echo?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time.</|quote|>"I can't get rid of | that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time.</|quote|>"I can't get rid of it." "I don't suppose you | the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to he... | don't know where it did happen." Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Mara... | sort of resentment emanated from her. She seemed to say: "Am I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful las... | upon a sofa. She didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all ... | rude to you when you had so much to bear. That's what matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, u... | to say so." "Dear old boy." Then she cried: "Ronny, she isn't ill too?" He reassured her; Major Callendar was not dissatisfied. "But you'll find her irritable. We are an irritable family. Well, you'll see for yourself. No doubt my own nerves are out of order, and I expected more from mother when I came in from the offi... | A Passage To India |
"I can't get rid of it." | Adela Quested | her for the first time.<|quote|>"I can't get rid of it."</|quote|>"I don't suppose you ever | Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time.<|quote|>"I can't get rid of it."</|quote|>"I don't suppose you ever will." Ronny had emphasized to | one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time.<|quote|>"I can't get rid of it."</|quote|>"I don't supp... | what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future ... | I to be bothered for ever?" Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bunga... | the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak cr... | what matters. . . . I don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Tru... | and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to spea... | A Passage To India |
"I don't suppose you ever will." | Mrs. Moore | can't get rid of it."<|quote|>"I don't suppose you ever will."</|quote|>Ronny had emphasized to his | for the first time. "I can't get rid of it."<|quote|>"I don't suppose you ever will."</|quote|>Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive | they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. "I can't get rid of it."<|quote|>"I don't suppose you ever will."</|quote|>Ronny had empha... | identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in se... | Her Christian tenderness had gone, or had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothin... | from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her t... | don't want your arm, I'm a magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had cau... | came in from the office than she felt able to give. She is sure to make a special effort for you; still, I don't want your home-coming to be a disappointing one. Don't expect too much." The house came in sight. It was a replica of the bungalow she had left. Puffy, red, and curiously severe, Mrs. Moore was revealed upon... | A Passage To India |
Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious. | No speaker | don't suppose you ever will."<|quote|>Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, what is this | get rid of it." "I don't suppose you ever will."<|quote|>Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?" "Don't you know?" "No | sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. "I can't get rid of it." "I don't suppose you ever will."<|quote|>Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would ... | indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that... | had developed into a hardness, a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" Adela... | are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcom... | magnificent walker, so don't touch me, please." Mrs. McBryde wished her an affectionate good-bye a woman with whom she had nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, a... | didn't get up when they entered, and the surprise of this roused Adela from her own troubles. "Here you are both back," was the only greeting. Adela sat down and took her hand. It withdrew, and she felt that just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?" | Adela Quested | she was being positively malicious.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?"</|quote|>"Don't you know?" "No what | in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?"</|quote|>"Don't you know?" "No what is it? oh, do say! | on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. "I can't get rid of it." "I don't suppose you ever will." Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?"</|qu... | to make capital out of this during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Mo... | asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears. "I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don... | just as others repelled her, so did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have be... | nothing in common and whose intimacy oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, w... | speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that lat... | A Passage To India |
"Don't you know?" | Mrs. Moore | Moore, what is this echo?"<|quote|>"Don't you know?"</|quote|>"No what is it? oh, | was being positively malicious. "Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?"<|quote|>"Don't you know?"</|quote|>"No what is it? oh, do say! I felt you | echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. "I can't get rid of it." "I don't suppose you ever will." Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious. "Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?"<|quote|>"Don't you know?"</|quote|>"No wha... | during the trial. He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her... | refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears. "I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen." Ronny su... | did she repel Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. ... | oppressed her. They would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take... | a just irritation against the human race; she had taken no interest at the arrest, asked scarcely any questions, and had refused to leave her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towar... | A Passage To India |
"No what is it? oh, do say! I felt you would be able to explain it . . . this will comfort me so. . . ." | Adela Quested | this echo?" "Don't you know?"<|quote|>"No what is it? oh, do say! I felt you would be able to explain it . . . this will comfort me so. . . ."</|quote|>"If you don't know, you | malicious. "Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?" "Don't you know?"<|quote|>"No what is it? oh, do say! I felt you would be able to explain it . . . this will comfort me so. . . ."</|quote|>"If you don't know, you don't know; I can't tell | Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. "I can't get rid of it." "I don't suppose you ever will." Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious. "Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?" "Don't you know?"<|quote|>"No what is it? oh, do say! I felt... | He reassured her: the Marabar caves were notoriously like one another; indeed, in the future they were to be numbered in sequence with white paint. "Yes, I mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first tim... | her bed on the awful last night of Mohurram, when an attack was expected on the bungalow. "I know it's all nothing; I must be sensible, I do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears. "I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen." Ronny supposed that he un... | Mrs. Moore. "Are you all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is intercha... | would have to meet now, year after year, until one of their husbands was superannuated. Truly Anglo-India had caught her with a vengeance, and perhaps it served her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the ... | all right? You appeared all right when I left," said Ronny, trying not to speak crossly, but he had instructed her to give the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a ... | A Passage To India |
"If you don't know, you don't know; I can't tell you." | Mrs. Moore | me so. . . ."<|quote|>"If you don't know, you don't know; I can't tell you."</|quote|>"I think you're rather unkind | . . this will comfort me so. . . ."<|quote|>"If you don't know, you don't know; I can't tell you."</|quote|>"I think you're rather unkind not to say." "Say, say, | that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious. "Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?" "Don't you know?" "No what is it? oh, do say! I felt you would be able to explain it . . . this will comfort me so. . . ."<|quote|>"If you don't know, you don't know; I can't tell you."</|quote|>"I think ... | mean that, at least not exactly; but there is this echo that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. "I can't get rid of it." "I don't suppose you ever will." Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being... | do try" Adela continued, working again towards tears. "I shouldn't mind if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen." Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about i... | the girl a pleasant welcome, and he could not but feel annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting t... | her right for having tried to take up a line of her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused ... | I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?" "I am counting on you to help me through; it is such a blessing to be with you again, everyone else is a stranger," said the girl ra... | A Passage To India |
"I think you're rather unkind not to say." | Adela Quested | know; I can't tell you."<|quote|>"I think you're rather unkind not to say."</|quote|>"Say, say, say," said the | you don't know, you don't know; I can't tell you."<|quote|>"I think you're rather unkind not to say."</|quote|>"Say, say, say," said the old lady bitterly. "As if | being positively malicious. "Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?" "Don't you know?" "No what is it? oh, do say! I felt you would be able to explain it . . . this will comfort me so. . . ." "If you don't know, you don't know; I can't tell you."<|quote|>"I think you're rather unkind not to say."</|quote|>"Say, say, say," said... | that I keep on hearing." "Oh, what of the echo?" asked Mrs. Moore, paying attention to her for the first time. "I can't get rid of it." "I don't suppose you ever will." Ronny had emphasized to his mother that Adela would arrive in a morbid state, yet she was being positively malicious. "Mrs. Moore, what is this echo?" ... | if it had happened anywhere else; at least I really don't know where it did happen." Ronny supposed that he understood what she meant: she could not identify or describe the particular cave, indeed almost refused to have her mind cleared up about it, and it was recognized that the defence would try to make capital out ... | annoyed. "I am all right," she said heavily. "As a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is plenty of time for all... | her own. Humbled yet repelled, she gave thanks. "Oh, we must help one another, we must take the rough with the smooth," said Mrs. McBryde. Miss Derek was there too, still making jokes about her comic Maharajah and Rani. Required as a witness at the trial, she had refused to send back the Mudkul car; they would be frigh... | a matter of fact I have been looking at my return ticket. It is interchangeable, so I have a much larger choice of boats home than I thought." "We can go into that later, can't we?" "Ralph and Stella may be wanting to know when I arrive." "There is plenty of time for all such plans. How do you think our Adela looks?" "... | A Passage To India |
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