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"Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." | Mrs. Turton | Mrs. Turton with considerable heat.<|quote|>"Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong."</|quote|>"I didn't mean that . | forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat.<|quote|>"Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong."</|quote|>"I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I | case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat.<|quote|>"Pray don't apologize, ... | "illusions" about his own subordinates (following the finer traditions of his service here), and he liked to maintain that his old Das really did possess moral courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so bet... | so much noise. "Can we do nothing for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not ... | Sweepers from the District, who felt less strongly about the innocence of Dr. Aziz, would arrive in the afternoon, and break the strike, but why should the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, in... | to myself in the following way: I can really behave as I like, cry, be absurd, I am sure to get my verdict, unless Mr. Das is most frightfully unjust." "You're bound to win," he said calmly, and did not remind her that there was bound to be an appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself s... | about the innocence of Dr. Aziz, would arrive in the afternoon, and break the strike, but why should the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, ne... | A Passage To India |
"I didn't mean that . . ." | Ronny Heaslop | to being in the wrong."<|quote|>"I didn't mean that . . ."</|quote|>"All right. I said don't | Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong."<|quote|>"I didn't mean that . . ."</|quote|>"All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always | be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong."<|quote|>"I didn't mean that . . ."</|q... | and he liked to maintain that his old Das really did possess moral courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the a... | don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is,... | Aziz, would arrive in the afternoon, and break the strike, but why should the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieti... | cry, be absurd, I am sure to get my verdict, unless Mr. Das is most frightfully unjust." "You're bound to win," he said calmly, and did not remind her that there was bound to be an appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself sooner than let an "innocent Moslem perish," and other interests... | chivalry. Some students had gathered in front of the City Magistrate's Court hysterical boys whom he would have faced if alone, but he told the driver to work round to the rear of the building. The students jeered, and Rafi (hiding behind a comrade that he might not be identified) called out the English were cowards. T... | A Passage To India |
"All right. I said don't apologize." | Mrs. Turton | mean that . . ."<|quote|>"All right. I said don't apologize."</|quote|>"Those swine are always on | in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ."<|quote|>"All right. I said don't apologize."</|quote|>"Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," | Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ."<|quote|>"All right. I said don't apologiz... | old Das really did possess moral courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim i... | able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frig... | break the strike, but why should the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed abroad, a rearran... | get my verdict, unless Mr. Das is most frightfully unjust." "You're bound to win," he said calmly, and did not remind her that there was bound to be an appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself sooner than let an "innocent Moslem perish," and other interests, less reputable, were in the... | He retained a contemptuous affection for the pawns he had moved about for so many years, they must be worth his pains. "After all, it's our women who make everything more difficult out here," was his inmost thought, as he caught sight of some obscenities upon a long blank wall, and beneath his chivalry to Miss Quested ... | A Passage To India |
"Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," | Mrs. Lesley | right. I said don't apologize."<|quote|>"Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance,"</|quote|>said Lesley, to propitiate her. | that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize."<|quote|>"Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance,"</|quote|>said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," | Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize."<|quote|>"Those swine are always on the ... | courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disappr... | "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened of acquitting than convic... | the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed abroad, a rearrangement, which no one in the stern... | is most frightfully unjust." "You're bound to win," he said calmly, and did not remind her that there was bound to be an appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself sooner than let an "innocent Moslem perish," and other interests, less reputable, were in the background too. The case might... | commodes of Chandrapore remained desolate in consequence only half, and Sweepers from the District, who felt less strongly about the innocence of Dr. Aziz, would arrive in the afternoon, and break the strike, but why should the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until ... | A Passage To India |
said Lesley, to propitiate her. | No speaker | the look-out for a grievance,"<|quote|>said Lesley, to propitiate her.</|quote|>"Swine, I should think so," | "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance,"<|quote|>said Lesley, to propitiate her.</|quote|>"Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed. "And what's | of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance,"<|quote|>said Lesley, to propitiate h... | from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mr... | "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened of acquitting than convicting, because if he acquits he'll lose his job," said Lesley with a c... | had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed abroad, a rearrangement, which no one in the stern little band of whites could explain. There was a tendency to se... | calmly, and did not remind her that there was bound to be an appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself sooner than let an "innocent Moslem perish," and other interests, less reputable, were in the background too. The case might go up from court to court, with consequences that no offici... | afternoon, and break the strike, but why should the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed ab... | A Passage To India |
"Swine, I should think so," | Major Callendar | said Lesley, to propitiate her.<|quote|>"Swine, I should think so,"</|quote|>the Major echoed. "And what's | the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her.<|quote|>"Swine, I should think so,"</|quote|>the Major echoed. "And what's more, I'll tell you what. | to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her.<|quote|>"Swine, I should think... | it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with consider... | chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened of acquitting than convicting, because if he acquits he'll lose his job," said Lesley with a clever little laugh. Ronny did me... | food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed abroad, a rearrangement, which no one in the stern little band of whites could explain. There was a tendency to see Fielding at the bac... | her that there was bound to be an appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself sooner than let an "innocent Moslem perish," and other interests, less reputable, were in the background too. The case might go up from court to court, with consequences that no official could foresee. Under his... | able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frig... | A Passage To India |
the Major echoed. | No speaker | "Swine, I should think so,"<|quote|>the Major echoed.</|quote|>"And what's more, I'll tell | said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so,"<|quote|>the Major echoed.</|quote|>"And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is | Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so,"<|quote|>the Major echoed.</|quo... | Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don... | all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened of acquitting than convicting, because if he acquits he'll lose his job," said Lesley with a clever little laugh. Ronny did mean that, but he cherish... | acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed abroad, a rearrangement, which no one in the stern little band of whites could explain. There was a tendency to see Fielding at the back of it: the idea that he wa... | to be an appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself sooner than let an "innocent Moslem perish," and other interests, less reputable, were in the background too. The case might go up from court to court, with consequences that no official could foresee. Under his very eyes, the temper of... | eyes closed, reserving her strength. They noticed her after a time, and felt ashamed of making so much noise. "Can we do nothing for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the rev... | A Passage To India |
"And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal and it's time they did squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the grandson of our so-called leading loyalist." | Major Callendar | think so," the Major echoed.<|quote|>"And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal and it's time they did squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the grandson of ou... | propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed.<|quote|>"And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal and it's time they did squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. ... | heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed.<|quote|>"And what's more, I'll tell yo... | the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. ... | Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened of acquitting than convicting, because if he acquits he'll lose his job," said Lesley with a clever little laugh. Ronny did mean that, but he cherished "illusions" ab... | would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed abroad, a rearrangement, which no one in the stern little band of whites could explain. There was a tendency to see Fielding at the back of it: the idea that he was weak and cranky had b... | appeal. The Nawab Bahadur had financed the defence, and would ruin himself sooner than let an "innocent Moslem perish," and other interests, less reputable, were in the background too. The case might go up from court to court, with consequences that no official could foresee. Under his very eyes, the temper of Chandrap... | the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened of acquitting than convicting, because if he acquits he'll lose his job," said Lesley with a clever little laugh.... | A Passage To India |
He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance. | No speaker | of our so-called leading loyalist."<|quote|>He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance.</|quote|>"His beauty's gone, five upper | You should see the grandson of our so-called leading loyalist."<|quote|>He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance.</|quote|>"His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a | you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal and it's time they did squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the grandson of our so-called leading loyalist."<|quote|>He tittered brutally as he... | Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed. "And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good th... | subordinates (following the finer traditions of his service here), and he liked to maintain that his old Das really did possess moral courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounc... | been dropped. They abused Fielding vigorously: he had been seen driving up with the two counsels, Amritrao and Mahmoud Ali; he encouraged the Boy Scout movement for seditious reasons; he received letters with foreign stamps on them, and was probably a Japanese spy. This morning's verdict would break the renegade, but h... | As his car turned out of the compound, there was a tap of silly anger on its paint a pebble thrown by a child. Some larger stones were dropped near the mosque. In the Maidan, a squad of native police on motor cycles waited to escort them through the bazaars. The Collector was irritated and muttered, "McBryde's an old w... | Magistrate's Court hysterical boys whom he would have faced if alone, but he told the driver to work round to the rear of the building. The students jeered, and Rafi (hiding behind a comrade that he might not be identified) called out the English were cowards. They gained Ronny's private room, where a group of their ow... | A Passage To India |
"His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was u... | Major Callendar | described poor Nureddin's present appearance.<|quote|>"His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all ... | He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance.<|quote|>"His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck nigger... | barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal and it's time they did squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the grandson of our so-called leading loyalist." He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance.<|quote|>"His bea... | didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed. "And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to pre... | he liked to maintain that his old Das really did possess moral courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argum... | driving up with the two counsels, Amritrao and Mahmoud Ali; he encouraged the Boy Scout movement for seditious reasons; he received letters with foreign stamps on them, and was probably a Japanese spy. This morning's verdict would break the renegade, but he had done his country and the Empire incalculable disservice. W... | a tap of silly anger on its paint a pebble thrown by a child. Some larger stones were dropped near the mosque. In the Maidan, a squad of native police on motor cycles waited to escort them through the bazaars. The Collector was irritated and muttered, "McBryde's an old woman" "; but Mrs. Turton said, "Really, after Moh... | sort had collected. None were cowardly, all nervy, for queer reports kept coming in. The Sweepers had just struck, and half the commodes of Chandrapore remained desolate in consequence only half, and Sweepers from the District, who felt less strongly about the innocence of Dr. Aziz, would arrive in the afternoon, and b... | A Passage To India |
He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added, | No speaker | he was unspeakably immoral er"<|quote|>He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added,</|quote|>"I wish I'd had the | his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er"<|quote|>He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added,</|quote|>"I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late | brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er"<|quote|>He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added,</|quote|... | squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the grandson of our so-called leading loyalist." He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance. "His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yes... | mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appeal I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said ... | chair and her eyes closed, reserving her strength. They noticed her after a time, and felt ashamed of making so much noise. "Can we do nothing for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed,... | ridiculous to pretend they don't hate us, do give up that farce." He replied in an odd, sad voice, "I don't hate them, I don't know why," and he didn't hate them; for if he did, he would have had to condemn his own career as a bad investment. He retained a contemptuous affection for the pawns he had moved about for so ... | and Mahmoud Ali; he encouraged the Boy Scout movement for seditious reasons; he received letters with foreign stamps on them, and was probably a Japanese spy. This morning's verdict would break the renegade, but he had done his country and the Empire incalculable disservice. While they denounced him, Miss Quested lay b... | A Passage To India |
"I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people." | Major Callendar | in the ribs, but added,<|quote|>"I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people."</|quote|>"At last some sense is | immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added,<|quote|>"I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people."</|quote|>"At last some sense is being talked," Mrs. Turton cried, | . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added,<|quote|>"I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's... | them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the grandson of our so-called leading loyalist." He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance. "His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laugh... | I forwarded to Lady Mellanby," said Mrs. Turton with considerable heat. "Pray don't apologize, Mr. Heaslop; I am accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should t... | They noticed her after a time, and felt ashamed of making so much noise. "Can we do nothing for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all righ... | give up that farce." He replied in an odd, sad voice, "I don't hate them, I don't know why," and he didn't hate them; for if he did, he would have had to condemn his own career as a bad investment. He retained a contemptuous affection for the pawns he had moved about for so many years, they must be worth his pains. "Af... | he had been seen driving up with the two counsels, Amritrao and Mahmoud Ali; he encouraged the Boy Scout movement for seditious reasons; he received letters with foreign stamps on them, and was probably a Japanese spy. This morning's verdict would break the renegade, but he had done his country and the Empire incalcula... | A Passage To India |
"At last some sense is being talked," | Mrs. Turton | too bad for these people."<|quote|>"At last some sense is being talked,"</|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried, much to | my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people."<|quote|>"At last some sense is being talked,"</|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort. "That's what | one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added, "I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people."<|quote|>"At last some sense is being talked,"</|quote|... | as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance. "His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all se... | accustomed to being in the wrong." "I didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed. "And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, ba... | for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradi... | why," and he didn't hate them; for if he did, he would have had to condemn his own career as a bad investment. He retained a contemptuous affection for the pawns he had moved about for so many years, they must be worth his pains. "After all, it's our women who make everything more difficult out here," was his inmost th... | should the grotesque incident occur? And a number of Mohammedan ladies had sworn to take no food until the prisoner was acquitted; their death would make little difference, indeed, being invisible, they seemed dead already, nevertheless it was disquieting. A new spirit seemed abroad, a rearrangement, which no one in th... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort. | No speaker | some sense is being talked,"<|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort.</|quote|>"That's what I say; I | for these people." "At last some sense is being talked,"<|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort.</|quote|>"That's what I say; I say there's not such a | now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added, "I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people." "At last some sense is being talked,"<|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's disco... | "His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was u... | didn't mean that . . ." "All right. I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed. "And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to pre... | think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, reall... | if he did, he would have had to condemn his own career as a bad investment. He retained a contemptuous affection for the pawns he had moved about for so many years, they must be worth his pains. "After all, it's our women who make everything more difficult out here," was his inmost thought, as he caught sight of some o... | we do nothing for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all ri... | A Passage To India |
"That's what I say; I say there's not such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this." | Major Callendar | much to her husband's discomfort.<|quote|>"That's what I say; I say there's not such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this."</|quote|>"Exactly, and remember it afterwards, | being talked," Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort.<|quote|>"That's what I say; I say there's not such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this."</|quote|>"Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you men. You're weak, weak, | soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added, "I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people." "At last some sense is being talked," Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort.<|quote|>"That's what I say; I say there's ... | and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in th... | I said don't apologize." "Those swine are always on the look-out for a grievance," said Lesley, to propitiate her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed. "And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal... | do nothing for myself." "But you're strictly forbidden to talk like that; you're wonderful." "Yes indeed," came the reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened o... | condemn his own career as a bad investment. He retained a contemptuous affection for the pawns he had moved about for so many years, they must be worth his pains. "After all, it's our women who make everything more difficult out here," was his inmost thought, as he caught sight of some obscenities upon a long blank wal... | been seen driving up with the two counsels, Amritrao and Mahmoud Ali; he encouraged the Boy Scout movement for seditious reasons; he received letters with foreign stamps on them, and was probably a Japanese spy. This morning's verdict would break the renegade, but he had done his country and the Empire incalculable dis... | A Passage To India |
"Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you men. You're weak, weak, weak. Why, they ought to crawl from here to the caves on their hands and knees whenever an Englishwoman's in sight, they oughtn't to be spoken to, they ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground into the dust, we've been far too kind with our Bridge Pa... | Mrs. Turton | after a thing like this."<|quote|>"Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you men. You're weak, weak, weak. Why, they ought to crawl from here to the caves on their hands and knees whenever an Englishwoman's in sight, they oughtn't to be spoken to, they ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground into the dust, we've be... | such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this."<|quote|>"Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you men. You're weak, weak, weak. Why, they ought to crawl from here to the caves on their hands and knees whenever an Englishwoman's in sight, they oughtn't to be spoken to, they ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground... | wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad for these people." "At last some sense is being talked," Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort. "That's what I say; I say there's not such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this."<|quote|>"Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you ... | . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added, "I wish I'd had the cutting up of my late assistant too; nothing's too bad f... | her. "Swine, I should think so," the Major echoed. "And what's more, I'll tell you what. What's happened is a damn good thing really, barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal and it's time they did squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the ... | reverent chorus. "My old Das is all right," said Ronny, starting a new subject in low tones. "Not one of them's all right," contradicted Major Callendar. "Das is, really." "You mean he's more frightened of acquitting than convicting, because if he acquits he'll lose his job," said Lesley with a clever little laugh. Ron... | moved about for so many years, they must be worth his pains. "After all, it's our women who make everything more difficult out here," was his inmost thought, as he caught sight of some obscenities upon a long blank wall, and beneath his chivalry to Miss Quested resentment lurked, waiting its day perhaps there is a grai... | While they denounced him, Miss Quested lay back with her hands on the arms of her chair and her eyes closed, reserving her strength. They noticed her after a time, and felt ashamed of making so much noise. "Can we do nothing for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't think so, Nancy, and I seem able to do nothing for myself."... | A Passage To India |
She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur, | No speaker | Bridge Parties and the rest."<|quote|>She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur,</|quote|>"Weak, weak." And the process | far too kind with our Bridge Parties and the rest."<|quote|>She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur,</|quote|>"Weak, weak." And the process was repeated. The issues Miss | ought to crawl from here to the caves on their hands and knees whenever an Englishwoman's in sight, they oughtn't to be spoken to, they ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground into the dust, we've been far too kind with our Bridge Parties and the rest."<|quote|>She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had inva... | bad for these people." "At last some sense is being talked," Mrs. Turton cried, much to her husband's discomfort. "That's what I say; I say there's not such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this." "Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you men. You're weak, weak, weak. Why, they ought to crawl from here to the cave... | loyalist." He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appearance. "His beauty's gone, five upper teeth, two lower and a nostril. . . . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck nig... | own subordinates (following the finer traditions of his service here), and he liked to maintain that his old Das really did possess moral courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pron... | students had gathered in front of the City Magistrate's Court hysterical boys whom he would have faced if alone, but he told the driver to work round to the rear of the building. The students jeered, and Rafi (hiding behind a comrade that he might not be identified) called out the English were cowards. They gained Ronn... | done his country and the Empire incalculable disservice. While they denounced him, Miss Quested lay back with her hands on the arms of her chair and her eyes closed, reserving her strength. They noticed her after a time, and felt ashamed of making so much noise. "Can we do nothing for you?" Miss Derek said. "I don't th... | A Passage To India |
"Weak, weak." | Mrs. Turton | between the sips to murmur,<|quote|>"Weak, weak."</|quote|>And the process was repeated. | a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur,<|quote|>"Weak, weak."</|quote|>And the process was repeated. The issues Miss Quested had | they ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground into the dust, we've been far too kind with our Bridge Parties and the rest." She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur,<|quote|>"Weak, weak."</|quote|>And the process was rep... | say there's not such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this." "Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you men. You're weak, weak, weak. Why, they ought to crawl from here to the caves on their hands and knees whenever an Englishwoman's in sight, they oughtn't to be spoken to, they ought to be spat at, they ought to b... | . Old Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added, ... | of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of t... | to work round to the rear of the building. The students jeered, and Rafi (hiding behind a comrade that he might not be identified) called out the English were cowards. They gained Ronny's private room, where a group of their own sort had collected. None were cowardly, all nervy, for queer reports kept coming in. The Sw... | job," said Lesley with a clever little laugh. Ronny did mean that, but he cherished "illusions" about his own subordinates (following the finer traditions of his service here), and he liked to maintain that his old Das really did possess moral courage of the Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of vi... | A Passage To India |
And the process was repeated. The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her. Presently the case was called. Their chairs preceded them into the Court, for it was important that they should look dignified. And when the chuprassies had made all ready... | No speaker | sips to murmur, "Weak, weak."<|quote|>And the process was repeated. The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her. Presently the case was called. Their chairs preceded them into the Court, for it was important that they should look dignified. And w... | squash, and continued between the sips to murmur, "Weak, weak."<|quote|>And the process was repeated. The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her. Presently the case was called. Their chairs preceded them into the Court, for it was important that... | to be spat at, they ought to be ground into the dust, we've been far too kind with our Bridge Parties and the rest." She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur, "Weak, weak."<|quote|>And the process was repeated. The issues Mi... | not such a thing as cruelty after a thing like this." "Exactly, and remember it afterwards, you men. You're weak, weak, weak. Why, they ought to crawl from here to the caves on their hands and knees whenever an Englishwoman's in sight, they oughtn't to be spoken to, they ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground int... | Panna Lal brought him the looking-glass yesterday and he blubbered. . . . I laughed; I laughed, I tell you, and so would you; that used to be one of these buck niggers, I thought, now he's all septic; damn him, blast his soul er I believe he was unspeakably immoral er" He subsided, nudged in the ribs, but added, "I wis... | Public School brand. He pointed out that from one point of view it was good that an Indian was taking the case. Conviction was inevitable; so better let an Indian pronounce it, there would be less fuss in the long run. Interested in the argument, he let Adela become dim in his mind. "In fact, you disapprove of the appe... | round to the rear of the building. The students jeered, and Rafi (hiding behind a comrade that he might not be identified) called out the English were cowards. They gained Ronny's private room, where a group of their own sort had collected. None were cowardly, all nervy, for queer reports kept coming in. The Sweepers h... | damn good thing really, barring of course its application to present company. It'll make them squeal and it's time they did squeal. I've put the fear of God into them at the hospital anyhow. You should see the grandson of our so-called leading loyalist." He tittered brutally as he described poor Nureddin's present appe... | A Passage To India |
"Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" | _unknowable | any scientific observer will confirm.<|quote|>"Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?"</|quote|>The comment fell from nowhere, | but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm.<|quote|>"Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?"</|quote|>The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It | was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm.<|quote|>"Even when the lady i... | was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enuncia... | am obliged to say so in public before he goes to the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested a... | things: he scarcely knew that he existed and did not understand why the Court was fuller than usual, indeed he did not know that it was fuller than usual, didn't even know he worked a fan, though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrow... | Englishwoman's in sight, they oughtn't to be spoken to, they ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground into the dust, we've been far too kind with our Bridge Parties and the rest." She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur... | Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which gradually grew more distinct. The epoch-making trial had started, and the Superintendent of Police was o... | A Passage To India |
The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. | No speaker | so uglier than the gentleman?"<|quote|>The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it.</|quote|>"Turn that man out," he | "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?"<|quote|>The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it.</|quote|>"Turn that man out," he said. One of the native | into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?"<|quote|>The comment fell from nowhe... | and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, an... | to the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of G... | understand why the Court was fuller than usual, indeed he did not know that it was fuller than usual, didn't even know he worked a fan, though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. In virtue of what had she col... | ought to be spat at, they ought to be ground into the dust, we've been far too kind with our Bridge Parties and the rest." She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur, "Weak, weak." And the process was repeated. The issues Miss... | man's guilty, and I am obliged to say so in public before he goes to the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner ha... | A Passage To India |
"Turn that man out," | Mr. Das | felt bound to censure it.<|quote|>"Turn that man out,"</|quote|>he said. One of the | first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it.<|quote|>"Turn that man out,"</|quote|>he said. One of the native policemen took hold of | for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it.<|quote|>"Turn that man out,"... | Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a m... | manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, and had there conceived his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documen... | he worked a fan, though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. In virtue of what had she collected this roomful of people together? Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified them ... | and the rest." She paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur, "Weak, weak." And the process was repeated. The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her. Pres... | fuller than usual, indeed he did not know that it was fuller than usual, didn't even know he worked a fan, though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. In virtue of what had she collected this roomful of people... | A Passage To India |
he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. | No speaker | it. "Turn that man out,"<|quote|>he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled.</|quote|>"Do you feel faint, Adela?" | Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out,"<|quote|>he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled.</|quote... | a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out,"<|quote|>he said. One of the nati... | lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact... | and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, and had there conceived his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his ... | though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. In virtue of what had she collected this roomful of people together? Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified them by what right did... | paused. Profiting by her wrath, the heat had invaded her. She subsided into a lemon squash, and continued between the sips to murmur, "Weak, weak." And the process was repeated. The issues Miss Quested had raised were so much more important than she was herself that people inevitably forgot her. Presently the case was ... | yet he was of the city, its garbage had nourished him, he would end on its rubbish heaps. Pulling the rope towards him, relaxing it rhythmically, sending swirls of air over others, receiving none himself, he seemed apart from human destinies, a male fate, a winnower of souls. Opposite him, also on a platform, sat the l... | A Passage To India |
"Do you feel faint, Adela?" | Miss Derek | being called ugly, and trembled.<|quote|>"Do you feel faint, Adela?"</|quote|>asked Miss Derek, who tended | Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled.<|quote|>"Do you feel faint, Adela?"</|quote|>asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I | to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled.<|quote|>"Do you feel faint, Adela?"</... | not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man ... | a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his... | suburban Jehovah who sanctified them by what right did they claim so much importance in the world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeabl... | was herself that people inevitably forgot her. Presently the case was called. Their chairs preceded them into the Court, for it was important that they should look dignified. And when the chuprassies had made all ready, they filed into the ramshackly room with a condescending air, as if it was a booth at a fair. The Co... | she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which gradually grew more distinct. The epoch-making trial had started, and the Superint... | A Passage To India |
asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. | No speaker | "Do you feel faint, Adela?"<|quote|>asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation.</|quote|>"I never feel anything else, | being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?"<|quote|>asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation.</|quote|>"I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, | man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?"<|quote|>asked Miss Derek, who tende... | this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the na... | as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay... | by what right did they claim so much importance in the world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. M... | forgot her. Presently the case was called. Their chairs preceded them into the Court, for it was important that they should look dignified. And when the chuprassies had made all ready, they filed into the ramshackly room with a condescending air, as if it was a booth at a fair. The Collector made a small official joke ... | that he existed and did not understand why the Court was fuller than usual, indeed he did not know that it was fuller than usual, didn't even know he worked a fan, though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. I... | A Passage To India |
"I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." | Adela Quested | tended her with loving indignation.<|quote|>"I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful."</|quote|>This led to the first | Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation.<|quote|>"I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful."</|quote|>This led to the first of a series of scenes. | took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation.<|quote|>"I never feel an... | fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had... | testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking ... | in the world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which gradually grew more... | preceded them into the Court, for it was important that they should look dignified. And when the chuprassies had made all ready, they filed into the ramshackly room with a condescending air, as if it was a booth at a fair. The Collector made a small official joke as he sat down, at which his entourage smiled, and the I... | him, he would end on its rubbish heaps. Pulling the rope towards him, relaxing it rhythmically, sending swirls of air over others, receiving none himself, he seemed apart from human destinies, a male fate, a winnower of souls. Opposite him, also on a platform, sat the little assistant magistrate, cultivated, self-consc... | A Passage To India |
This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, | No speaker | through, but it's awful, awful."<|quote|>This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out,</|quote|>"I must have better arrangements | else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful."<|quote|>This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out,</|quote|>"I must have better arrangements than this made for my | Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful."<|quote|>This... | than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and ... | on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked i... | but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which gradually grew more distinct. The epoch-making trial had started, and the Superintendent of Police w... | And when the chuprassies had made all ready, they filed into the ramshackly room with a condescending air, as if it was a booth at a fair. The Collector made a small official joke as he sat down, at which his entourage smiled, and the Indians, who could not hear what he said, felt that some new cruelty was afoot, other... | out as divine, yet he was of the city, its garbage had nourished him, he would end on its rubbish heaps. Pulling the rope towards him, relaxing it rhythmically, sending swirls of air over others, receiving none himself, he seemed apart from human destinies, a male fate, a winnower of souls. Opposite him, also on a plat... | A Passage To India |
"I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." | Major Callendar | and the Major called out,<|quote|>"I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air."</|quote|>Mr. Das looked annoyed and | began to fuss around her, and the Major called out,<|quote|>"I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air."</|quote|>Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy | "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out,<|quote|>"I must have better arrangements tha... | to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Mis... | possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for b... | out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which gradually grew more distinct. The epoch-making trial had started, and the Superintendent of Police was opening the case for the prosecution. Mr. McBryde was not at pains to be an interesting speaker; he left ... | a booth at a fair. The Collector made a small official joke as he sat down, at which his entourage smiled, and the Indians, who could not hear what he said, felt that some new cruelty was afoot, otherwise the sahibs would not chuckle. The Court was crowded and of course very hot, and the first person Adela noticed in i... | know he worked a fan, though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. In virtue of what had she collected this roomful of people together? Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified ... | A Passage To India |
Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: | No speaker | platform? She gets no air."<|quote|>Mr. Das looked annoyed and said:</|quote|>"I shall be happy to | given a seat on the platform? She gets no air."<|quote|>Mr. Das looked annoyed and said:</|quote|>"I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a | but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air."<|quote|>Mr. Das looked annoyed and said:</|quote|>"I shall be... | turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awf... | before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the g... | epoch-making trial had started, and the Superintendent of Police was opening the case for the prosecution. Mr. McBryde was not at pains to be an interesting speaker; he left eloquence to the defence, who would require it. His attitude was, "Everyone knows the man's guilty, and I am obliged to say so in public before he... | who could not hear what he said, felt that some new cruelty was afoot, otherwise the sahibs would not chuckle. The Court was crowded and of course very hot, and the first person Adela noticed in it was the humblest of all who were present, a person who had no bearing officially upon the trial: the man who pulled the pu... | the man's guilty, and I am obliged to say so in public before he goes to the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisone... | A Passage To India |
"I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." | Mr. Das | Das looked annoyed and said:<|quote|>"I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health."</|quote|>The chuprassies passed up not | She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said:<|quote|>"I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health."</|quote|>The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and | to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said:<|quote|>"I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a ... | resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of... | looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowher... | Superintendent of Police was opening the case for the prosecution. Mr. McBryde was not at pains to be an interesting speaker; he left eloquence to the defence, who would require it. His attitude was, "Everyone knows the man's guilty, and I am obliged to say so in public before he goes to the Andamans." He made no moral... | said, felt that some new cruelty was afoot, otherwise the sahibs would not chuckle. The Court was crowded and of course very hot, and the first person Adela noticed in it was the humblest of all who were present, a person who had no bearing officially upon the trial: the man who pulled the punkah. Almost naked, and spl... | world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which gradually grew more distin... | A Passage To India |
The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. | No speaker | particular circumstances of her health."<|quote|>The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall.</|quote|>"That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, | here in view of the particular circumstances of her health."<|quote|>The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall.</|quote|>"That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled hers... | have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health."<|quote|>The chuprassies passed up not one chai... | feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for ... | matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," ... | left eloquence to the defence, who would require it. His attitude was, "Everyone knows the man's guilty, and I am obliged to say so in public before he goes to the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of t... | hot, and the first person Adela noticed in it was the humblest of all who were present, a person who had no bearing officially upon the trial: the man who pulled the punkah. Almost naked, and splendidly formed, he sat on a raised platform near the back, in the middle of the central gangway, and he caught her attention ... | a fan, though he thought he pulled a rope. Something in his aloofness impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. In virtue of what had she collected this roomful of people together? Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified them by what ri... | A Passage To India |
"That's better," | Mrs. Turton | the body of the hall.<|quote|>"That's better,"</|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton, as she | only European who remained in the body of the hall.<|quote|>"That's better,"</|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change | accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall.<|quote|>"That's better,"</|quote|>... | series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of t... | nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Q... | made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, an... | Almost naked, and splendidly formed, he sat on a raised platform near the back, in the middle of the central gangway, and he caught her attention as she came in, and he seemed to control the proceedings. He had the strength and beauty that sometimes come to flower in Indians of low birth. When that strange race nears t... | roomful of people together? Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified them by what right did they claim so much importance in the world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have ... | A Passage To India |
remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. | No speaker | of the hall. "That's better,"<|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself.</|quote|>"Thoroughly desirable change for several | who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better,"<|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself.</|quote|>"Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The | Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better,"<|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton, as s... | scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particu... | the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her bo... | moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, and had th... | and splendidly formed, he sat on a raised platform near the back, in the middle of the central gangway, and he caught her attention as she came in, and he seemed to control the proceedings. He had the strength and beauty that sometimes come to flower in Indians of low birth. When that strange race nears the dust and is... | the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her bo... | A Passage To India |
"Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," | Major Callendar | Turton, as she settled herself.<|quote|>"Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons,"</|quote|>replied the Major. The Magistrate | hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself.<|quote|>"Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons,"</|quote|>replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to | view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself.<|quote|>"Thoroughly ... | her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chu... | interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and tre... | only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, and had there conceived his intentions concernin... | raised platform near the back, in the middle of the central gangway, and he caught her attention as she came in, and he seemed to control the proceedings. He had the strength and beauty that sometimes come to flower in Indians of low birth. When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nat... | impressed the girl from middle-class England, and rebuked the narrowness of her sufferings. In virtue of what had she collected this roomful of people together? Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified them by what right did they claim so much importance in the world, and assume the tit... | A Passage To India |
replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, | No speaker | desirable change for several reasons,"<|quote|>replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively,</|quote|>"Right, McBryde, go ahead now; | as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons,"<|quote|>replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively,</|quote|>"Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." | her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons,"<|quote|>r... | "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chai... | to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Mis... | negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, and had there conceived his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loos... | the middle of the central gangway, and he caught her attention as she came in, and he seemed to control the proceedings. He had the strength and beauty that sometimes come to flower in Indians of low birth. When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfect... | documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay ar... | A Passage To India |
"Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." | Major Callendar | afraid, and called out authoritatively,<|quote|>"Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you."</|quote|>"Are you all right yourselves?" | Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively,<|quote|>"Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you."</|quote|>"Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall | remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively,<|quote|>... | and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "Th... | Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to ... | Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, and had there conceived his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, an... | that sometimes come to flower in Indians of low birth. When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her. T... | the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugl... | A Passage To India |
"Are you all right yourselves?" | Mr. Mcbryde | sorry to have interrupted you."<|quote|>"Are you all right yourselves?"</|quote|>asked the Superintendent. "We shall | "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you."<|quote|>"Are you all right yourselves?"</|quote|>asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go | Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you."<|quot... | with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herse... | had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around ... | Government College, and had there conceived his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde pau... | When that strange race nears the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her. This man would have been notable anywhere: among the thi... | are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption,... | A Passage To India |
asked the Superintendent. | No speaker | "Are you all right yourselves?"<|quote|>asked the Superintendent.</|quote|>"We shall do, we shall | sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?"<|quote|>asked the Superintendent.</|quote|>"We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, | herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?"<|... | in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desir... | body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called ou... | conceived his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceed... | the dust and is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her. This man would have been notable anywhere: among the thin-hammed, flat-chested medioc... | scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, ... | A Passage To India |
"We shall do, we shall do." | Major Callendar | right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent.<|quote|>"We shall do, we shall do."</|quote|>"Go on, Mr. Das, we | interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent.<|quote|>"We shall do, we shall do."</|quote|>"Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb | change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent.<|quote... | the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change... | called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have bett... | concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible... | is condemned as untouchable, then nature remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her. This man would have been notable anywhere: among the thin-hammed, flat-chested mediocrities of Cha... | Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Government College, and had there conceived his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, an... | A Passage To India |
"Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you," | Mr. Turton | shall do, we shall do."<|quote|>"Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you,"</|quote|>said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, | yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do."<|quote|>"Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you,"</|quote|>said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much | Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do."<|quote|>"Go on, Mr.... | The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The... | feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for ... | of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favou... | remembers the physical perfection that she accomplished elsewhere, and throws out a god not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her. This man would have been notable anywhere: among the thin-hammed, flat-chested mediocrities of Chandrapore he stood out as divine, yet he w... | so much importance in the world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out before the old lady had turned disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which ... | A Passage To India |
said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gather... | No speaker | not here to disturb you,"<|quote|>said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-k... | on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you,"<|quote|>said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punk... | but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you,"<|quote|>said the Collector patroni... | entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but di... | indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets ... | would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. T... | a god not many, but one here and there, to prove to society how little its categories impress her. This man would have been notable anywhere: among the thin-hammed, flat-chested mediocrities of Chandrapore he stood out as divine, yet he was of the city, its garbage had nourished him, he would end on its rubbish heaps. ... | am obliged to say so in public before he goes to the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested a... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" | Adela Quested | atmosphere of sin surrounded him.<|quote|>"I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?"</|quote|>she thought. For this question | though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him.<|quote|>"I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?"</|quote|>she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, | special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him.<|quote|>"I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I... | had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last ... | ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you," said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Mi... | his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a serie... | In virtue of what had she collected this roomful of people together? Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified them by what right did they claim so much importance in the world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it ... | his intentions concerning her: prisoner was a man of loose life, as documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as cl... | A Passage To India |
she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, thou... | No speaker | possibly have made a mistake?"<|quote|>she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: e... | he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?"<|quote|>she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated ... | principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?"<|quote|>she thought. For this question sti... | hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, bu... | asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you," said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch he... | body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called ou... | Her particular brand of opinions, and the suburban Jehovah who sanctified them by what right did they claim so much importance in the world, and assume the title of civilization? Mrs. Moore she looked round, but Mrs. Moore was far away on the sea; it was the kind of question they might have discussed on the voyage out ... | you feel faint, Adela?" asked Miss Derek, who tended her with loving indignation. "I never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made ... | A Passage To India |
"Another example of their exquisite sense of humour," | Miss Derek | charge of a Government Hospital.<|quote|>"Another example of their exquisite sense of humour,"</|quote|>sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked | not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital.<|quote|>"Another example of their exquisite sense of humour,"</|quote|>sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see | departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital.<|... | a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ce... | the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There... | made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followe... | disagreeable and queer. While thinking of Mrs. Moore she heard sounds, which gradually grew more distinct. The epoch-making trial had started, and the Superintendent of Police was opening the case for the prosecution. Mr. McBryde was not at pains to be an interesting speaker; he left eloquence to the defence, who would... | patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on t... | A Passage To India |
sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. | No speaker | their exquisite sense of humour,"<|quote|>sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely.</|quote|>"Excuse me" It was the | Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour,"<|quote|>sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely.</|quote|>"Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister | Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour,... | significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali ... | her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very bl... | a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding ... | she heard sounds, which gradually grew more distinct. The epoch-making trial had started, and the Superintendent of Police was opening the case for the prosecution. Mr. McBryde was not at pains to be an interesting speaker; he left eloquence to the defence, who would require it. His attitude was, "Everyone knows the ma... | never feel anything else, Nancy. I shall get through, but it's awful, awful." This led to the first of a series of scenes. Her friends began to fuss around her, and the Major called out, "I must have better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das... | A Passage To India |
It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. | No speaker | Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me"<|quote|>It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair.</|quote|>"We object to the presence | became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me"<|quote|>It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair.</|quote|>"We object to the presence of so many European ladies | Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour," sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me"<|quote|>It was the turn... | thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though n... | sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now h... | view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirabl... | at pains to be an interesting speaker; he left eloquence to the defence, who would require it. His attitude was, "Everyone knows the man's guilty, and I am obliged to say so in public before he goes to the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his man... | not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you," said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, ... | A Passage To India |
he said in an Oxford voice. | No speaker | and gentlemen upon the platform,"<|quote|>he said in an Oxford voice.</|quote|>"They will have the effect | of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform,"<|quote|>he said in an Oxford voice.</|quote|>"They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their | Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform,"<|quote|>he said in an ... | accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour," sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became ... | emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have m... | of the hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now... | the Andamans." He made no moral or emotional appeal, and it was only by degrees that the studied negligence of his manner made itself felt, and lashed part of the audience to fury. Laboriously did he describe the genesis of the picnic. The prisoner had met Miss Quested at an entertainment given by the Principal of Gove... | hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," | Major Callendar | do object to the others."<|quote|>"Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict,"</|quote|>the Major growled. The distinguished | Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others."<|quote|>"Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict,"</|quote|>the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate | in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others."<|quote|>"Oh, cut the cackle and le... | a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no... | Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hos... | we are not here to disturb you," said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-kn... | documents found upon him at his arrest would testify, also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay ar... | hall. "That's better," remarked Mrs. Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry... | A Passage To India |
the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. | No speaker | and let's have the verdict,"<|quote|>the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully.</|quote|>"I agree to that," said | others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict,"<|quote|>the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully.</|quote|>"I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face | objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict,"<|quote|>the Major gro... | cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, ... | Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour,... | Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all th... | also his fellow-assistant, Dr. Panna Lal, was in a position to throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his s... | black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin sur... | A Passage To India |
"I agree to that," | Mr. Das | gazed at the Magistrate respectfully.<|quote|>"I agree to that,"</|quote|>said Mr. Das, hiding his | Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully.<|quote|>"I agree to that,"</|quote|>said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. | been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully.<|quot... | ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to ... | irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour," sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle t... | as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the... | throw light on his character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth,... | She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is... | A Passage To India |
said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. | No speaker | respectfully. "I agree to that,"<|quote|>said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers.</|quote|>"It was only to Miss | visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that,"<|quote|>said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers.</|quote|>"It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission | extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that,"<|quote|>... | the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite th... | could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour," sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Da... | it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the ... | character, and Major Callendar himself would speak. Here Mr. McBryde paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into the... | better arrangements than this made for my patient; why isn't she given a seat on the platform? She gets no air." Mr. Das looked annoyed and said: "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several... | A Passage To India |
"It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." | Mr. Das | face desperately in some papers.<|quote|>"It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down."</|quote|>"Well done, Das, quite sound," | said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers.<|quote|>"It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down."</|quote|>"Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. | revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers.<|quote|>"It was only ... | have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Sup... | unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Government Hospital. "Another example of their exquisite sense of humour," sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. ... | timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who wou... | paused. He wanted to keep the proceedings as clean as possible, but Oriental Pathology, his favourite theme, lay around him, and he could not resist it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted ... | they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?"... | A Passage To India |
"Well done, Das, quite sound," | Ronny Heaslop | kind as to climb down."<|quote|>"Well done, Das, quite sound,"</|quote|>said Ronny with devastating honesty. | friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down."<|quote|>"Well done, Das, quite sound,"</|quote|>said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible | the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down."<|quote|>"Well done, Das, quite ... | objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. Th... | sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the pres... | her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very bl... | it. Taking off his spectacles, as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will conf... | of their exquisite sense of humour," sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely... | A Passage To India |
said Ronny with devastating honesty. | No speaker | "Well done, Das, quite sound,"<|quote|>said Ronny with devastating honesty.</|quote|>"Climb down, indeed, what incredible | kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound,"<|quote|>said Ronny with devastating honesty.</|quote|>"Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do | visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound,"<|quote|>said Ronny with devastating h... | on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the... | at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladie... | wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands... | as was his habit before enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so ... | "I shall be happy to accommodate Miss Quested with a chair up here in view of the particular circumstances of her health." The chuprassies passed up not one chair but several, and the entire party followed Adela on to the platform, Mr. Fielding being the only European who remained in the body of the hall. "That's bette... | A Passage To India |
"Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" | Mrs. Turton | said Ronny with devastating honesty.<|quote|>"Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!"</|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come | "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty.<|quote|>"Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!"</|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. | respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty.<|quote|>"Climb down, indeed, wha... | has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "... | how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen up... | to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without speci... | enunciating a general truth, he looked into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentlema... | censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you," said the Coll... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. Turton cried. | No speaker | down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!"<|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried.</|quote|>"Do come quietly, Mary," murmured | Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!"<|quote|>Mrs. Turton cried.</|quote|>"Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient | Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!"<|quote|>Mrs. Turto... | every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, h... | and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxfo... | had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last ... | into them sadly, and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from... | Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you," said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it. While the prosecution continued, Miss Quested examined the hall timidly at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many ... | A Passage To India |
"Do come quietly, Mary," | Mr. Turton | incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried.<|quote|>"Do come quietly, Mary,"</|quote|>murmured her husband. "Hi! my | honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried.<|quote|>"Do come quietly, Mary,"</|quote|>murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." | his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried.<|quote|>"Do com... | her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face des... | became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "T... | the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she ha... | and remarked that the darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perh... | this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Majo... | A Passage To India |
murmured her husband. | No speaker | cried. "Do come quietly, Mary,"<|quote|>murmured her husband.</|quote|>"Hi! my patient can't be | what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary,"<|quote|>murmured her husband.</|quote|>"Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do you object | some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary,"<|quote|>murmur... | scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It... | Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of i... | man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a ... | darker races are physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first ... | Turton, as she settled herself. "Thoroughly desirable change for several reasons," replied the Major. The Magistrate knew that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you a... | A Passage To India |
"Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." | Major Callendar | quietly, Mary," murmured her husband.<|quote|>"Hi! my patient can't be left unattended."</|quote|>"Do you object to the | Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband.<|quote|>"Hi! my patient can't be left unattended."</|quote|>"Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" | was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband.<|quote|>"... | to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested t... | severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witn... | wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of... | physically attracted by the fairer, but not _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and... | authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb you," said the Collector patronizingly. Indeed, they had not so much disturbed the trial as taken charge of it... | A Passage To India |
"Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" | Mr. Das | patient can't be left unattended."<|quote|>"Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?"</|quote|>"I should object. A platform | murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended."<|quote|>"Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?"</|quote|>"I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's | gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended.... | Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. He... | of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of... | old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers, officials, and the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he ha... | _vice versa_ not a matter for bitterness this, not a matter for abuse, but just a fact which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "T... | that he ought to censure this remark, but did not dare to. Callendar saw that he was afraid, and called out authoritatively, "Right, McBryde, go ahead now; sorry to have interrupted you." "Are you all right yourselves?" asked the Superintendent. "We shall do, we shall do." "Go on, Mr. Das, we are not here to disturb yo... | A Passage To India |
"Even when it's one foot high; so come along all," | Mr. Turton | object. A platform confers authority."<|quote|>"Even when it's one foot high; so come along all,"</|quote|>said the Collector, trying to | remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority."<|quote|>"Even when it's one foot high; so come along all,"</|quote|>said the Collector, trying to laugh. "Thank you very much, | "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform ... | the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," ... | cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, ... | sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though... | which any scientific observer will confirm. "Even when the lady is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said... | the prisoner himself. There he sat strong, neat little Indian with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significan... | A Passage To India |
said the Collector, trying to laugh. | No speaker | high; so come along all,"<|quote|>said the Collector, trying to laugh.</|quote|>"Thank you very much, sir," | "Even when it's one foot high; so come along all,"<|quote|>said the Collector, trying to laugh.</|quote|>"Thank you very much, sir," said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. | "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's one foot high; so come along all... | respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incred... | European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every cou... | pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I ... | is so uglier than the gentleman?" The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his sp... | of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of... | A Passage To India |
"Thank you very much, sir," | Mr. Das | the Collector, trying to laugh.<|quote|>"Thank you very much, sir,"</|quote|>said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. | so come along all," said the Collector, trying to laugh.<|quote|>"Thank you very much, sir,"</|quote|>said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank | Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's one foot high; so come along all," said the Collector, trying to laugh.<|quote|>"Tha... | Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried.... | platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the sc... | special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibl... | The comment fell from nowhere, from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the co... | the platform," he said in an Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite th... | A Passage To India |
said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. | No speaker | "Thank you very much, sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Das, greatly relieved.</|quote|>"Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank | the Collector, trying to laugh. "Thank you very much, sir,"<|quote|>said Mr. Das, greatly relieved.</|quote|>"Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all." And the | quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's one foot high; so come along all," said the Collector, trying to laugh. "Thank you very much, sir,"<|quote|>said... | desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary,"... | Oxford voice. "They will have the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed ... | met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thoug... | from the ceiling perhaps. It was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. H... | it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various ser... | A Passage To India |
"Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all." | Mr. Das | said Mr. Das, greatly relieved.<|quote|>"Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all."</|quote|>And the party, including Miss | "Thank you very much, sir," said Mr. Das, greatly relieved.<|quote|>"Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all."</|quote|>And the party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash | "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's one foot high; so come along all," said the Collector, trying to laugh. "Thank you very much, sir," said Mr. Das, greatly relieved.<|quote|>"Thank you... | was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my p... | the effect of intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superint... | into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question stil... | was the first interruption, and the Magistrate felt bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called... | at first, as though it would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend ... | A Passage To India |
And the party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, w... | No speaker | Heaslop; thank you ladies all."<|quote|>And the party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authori... | greatly relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all."<|quote|>And the party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) object... | you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's one foot high; so come along all," said the Collector, trying to laugh. "Thank you very much, sir," said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all."<|quote|>And the p... | permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do... | is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh... | seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though s... | bound to censure it. "Turn that man out," he said. One of the native policemen took hold of a man who had said nothing, and turned him out roughly. Mr. McBryde resumed his spectacles and proceeded. But the comment had upset Miss Quested. Her body resented being called ugly, and trembled. "Do you feel faint, Adela?" ask... | with very black hair, and pliant hands. She viewed him without special emotion. Since they last met, she had elevated him into a principle of evil, but now he seemed to be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere ... | A Passage To India |
"prisoner's dupes," | Mr. Mcbryde | dealt at length with the<|quote|>"prisoner's dupes,"</|quote|>as they were called Fielding, | an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the<|quote|>"prisoner's dupes,"</|quote|>as they were called Fielding, the servant Antony, the Nawab | he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the<|quote|>"prisoner'... | their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdic... | had seen all the people who were in the room. It was like knowing the worst. She was sure now that she should come through "all right" that is to say, without spiritual disgrace, and she passed the good news on to Ronny and Mrs. Turton. They were too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. F... | that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unat... | would scorch her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servan... | difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he sai... | A Passage To India |
as they were called Fielding, the servant Antony, the Nawab Bahadur. This aspect of the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strate... | No speaker | length with the "prisoner's dupes,"<|quote|>as they were called Fielding, the servant Antony, the Nawab Bahadur. This aspect of the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premedi... | contempt. The speech dealt at length with the "prisoner's dupes,"<|quote|>as they were called Fielding, the servant Antony, the Nawab Bahadur. This aspect of the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prov... | have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the "prisoner's dupes,"<|quote|>... | met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accord... | all the people who were in the room. It was like knowing the worst. She was sure now that she should come through "all right" that is to say, without spiritual disgrace, and she passed the good news on to Ronny and Mrs. Turton. They were too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. From where... | gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended.... | her eyes. She observed to left and right of the punkah man many a half-known face. Beneath her were gathered all the wreckage of her silly attempt to see India the people she had met at the Bridge Party, the man and his wife who hadn't sent their carriage, the old man who would lend his car, various servants, villagers... | Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's one foot high; so come along all," said the Collector, trying to laugh. "Thank you very much, sir," said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all." And the party, including Miss Quested, de... | A Passage To India |
"Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." | Mr. Mcbryde | it was lettered "Buddhist Cave."<|quote|>"Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ."</|quote|>"In which cave is the | a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave."<|quote|>"Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ."</|quote|>"In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or | to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave."<|quote|>"Not Buddhist, I ... | called Fielding, the servant Antony, the Nawab Bahadur. This aspect of the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they prod... | his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. T... | party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had t... | be what he had always been a slight acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. ... | had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high. But the little excursion had a good effect on Miss Quested's nerves. She felt easier now that she had seen all the people who were in the room. It was like... | A Passage To India |
"In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" | Mahmoud Ali | think, Jain. . . ."<|quote|>"In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?"</|quote|>asked Mahmoud Ali, with the | "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ."<|quote|>"In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?"</|quote|>asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. | of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ."<|quote|>"In which cave is the offence... | This aspect of the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that... | no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forwar... | eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began ... | acquaintance. He was negligible, devoid of significance, dry like a bone, and though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to t... | verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quit... | A Passage To India |
asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. | No speaker | the Buddhist or the Jain?"<|quote|>asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy.</|quote|>"All the Marabar caves are | cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?"<|quote|>asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy.</|quote|>"All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in | and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?"<|quote|>asked Mahmoud Ali, with the a... | and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had c... | the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the nat... | Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, pla... | though he was "guilty" no atmosphere of sin surrounded him. "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous... | since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respe... | A Passage To India |
"All the Marabar caves are Jain." | Mr. Mcbryde | air of unmasking a conspiracy.<|quote|>"All the Marabar caves are Jain."</|quote|>"Yes, sir; then in which | asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy.<|quote|>"All the Marabar caves are Jain."</|quote|>"Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have | The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy.<|quote|>"All the Marabar caves... | But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch... | impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Azi... | silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high. But the little excursion had a good effec... | "I suppose he _is_ guilty. Can I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodat... | met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accord... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" | Mahmoud Ali | the Marabar caves are Jain."<|quote|>"Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?"</|quote|>"You will have an opportunity | of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain."<|quote|>"Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?"</|quote|>"You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." | ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain."<|quote|>"Yes, sir; then in which Jain ... | heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a sp... | the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The sp... | even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high. But the little excursion had a good effect on Miss Quested's nerves. She felt eas... | I possibly have made a mistake?" she thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even In... | District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have the verdict," the Major growled. The distinguished visitor gazed at the Magistrate respectfully. "I agree to that," said Mr. Das, hiding his face desperately in some papers. "It was only to Miss Quested that I gave pe... | A Passage To India |
"You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." | Mr. Mcbryde | then in which Jain cave?"<|quote|>"You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later."</|quote|>Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at | caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?"<|quote|>"You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later."</|quote|>Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse | was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?"<|quote|>"You will have an opportunity of... | the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered... | later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the "prisoner... | special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high. But the little excursion had a good effect on Miss Quested's nerves. She felt easier now that she had seen all the peop... | thought. For this question still occurred to her intellect, though since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though n... | Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high. But the little excursi... | A Passage To India |
Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defence had some wild hope of establishing an alibi, that they had tried (unsuccessfully) to identify the guide, and that Fielding and Hamidullah had gone out to the Kawa Dol and paced and measured al... | No speaker | of putting such questions later."<|quote|>Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defence had some wild hope of establishing an alibi, that they had tried (unsuccessfully) to identify the guide, and that Fielding and Hamidullah had gone out... | "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later."<|quote|>Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defence had some wild hope of establishing an alibi, that they had tried (unsuccessfully) to identify the guide, and that Fieldi... | think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later."<|quote|>Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at th... | strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In wh... | accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the "prisoner's dupes," as they were called Fielding, the serva... | been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high. But the little excursion had a good effect on Miss Quested's nerves. She felt easier now that she had seen all the people who were in the room. It was like knowing the worst. She wa... | since Mrs. Moore's departure it had ceased to trouble her conscience. Pleader Mahmoud Ali now arose, and asked with ponderous and ill-judged irony whether his client could be accommodated on the platform too: even Indians felt unwell sometimes, though naturally Major Callendar did not think so, being in charge of a Gov... | was only to Miss Quested that I gave permission to sit up here. Her friends should be so excessively kind as to climb down." "Well done, Das, quite sound," said Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my p... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" | Mr. Mcbryde | measured all one moonlit night.<|quote|>"Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?"</|quote|>And he described what had | Kawa Dol and paced and measured all one moonlit night.<|quote|>"Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?"</|quote|>And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke | invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defence had some wild hope of establishing an alibi, that they had tried (unsuccessfully) to identify the guide, and that Fielding and Hamidullah had gone out to the Kawa Dol and paced and measured all one moonlit night.<|quote|>"Mr. Lesley says they're... | is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse ov... | the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had ... | She was sure now that she should come through "all right" that is to say, without spiritual disgrace, and she passed the good news on to Ronny and Mrs. Turton. They were too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. From where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a bet... | sense of humour," sang Miss Derek. Ronny looked at Mr. Das to see how he would handle the difficulty, and Mr. Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We ... | the party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why h... | A Passage To India |
And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery o... | No speaker | call attention to the shape?"<|quote|>And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the... | anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?"<|quote|>And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-gla... | that they had tried (unsuccessfully) to identify the guide, and that Fielding and Hamidullah had gone out to the Kawa Dol and paced and measured all one moonlit night. "Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?"<|quote|>And he described what had occurr... | Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defence had some wild hope of establishing an alibi, that they had tried (... | were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. A... | the good news on to Ronny and Mrs. Turton. They were too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. From where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a better view of him from the platform, and knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings... | Das became agitated, and snubbed Pleader Mahmoud Ali severely. "Excuse me" It was the turn of the eminent barrister from Calcutta. He was a fine-looking man, large and bony, with grey closely cropped hair. "We object to the presence of so many European ladies and gentlemen upon the platform," he said in an Oxford voice... | the servant Antony, the Nawab Bahadur. This aspect of the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of th... | A Passage To India |
"I have nothing to add at present," | Mr. Mcbryde | the field-glasses on the prisoner.<|quote|>"I have nothing to add at present,"</|quote|>he concluded, removing his spectacles. | culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner.<|quote|>"I have nothing to add at present,"</|quote|>he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my | Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner.<|quote|>"I have nothin... | Fielding and Hamidullah had gone out to the Kawa Dol and paced and measured all one moonlit night. "Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gul... | was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting... | her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounc... | intimidating our witnesses. Their place is with the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Poli... | British prestige to be interested. From where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a better view of him from the platform, and knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of n... | A Passage To India |
he concluded, removing his spectacles. | No speaker | nothing to add at present,"<|quote|>he concluded, removing his spectacles.</|quote|>"I will now call my | on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present,"<|quote|>he concluded, removing his spectacles.</|quote|>"I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak | the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present,"<|quote|>he concluded, removin... | the Kawa Dol and paced and measured all one moonlit night. "Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to C... | "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled fain... | his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. T... | the rest of the public in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut th... | the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures ... | A Passage To India |
"I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a... | Mr. Mcbryde | he concluded, removing his spectacles.<|quote|>"I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending t... | nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles.<|quote|>"I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual wit... | of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles.<|quote|>"I will... | and measured all one moonlit night. "Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the ... | . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians ... | intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trund... | in the body of the hall. We have no objection to Miss Quested remaining on the platform, since she has been unwell; we shall extend every courtesy to her throughout, despite the scientific truths revealed to us by the District Superintendent of Police; but we do object to the others." "Oh, cut the cackle and let's have... | knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continue... | A Passage To India |
But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. | No speaker | that is by the way."<|quote|>But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second E... | cave among his servants. However, that is by the way."<|quote|>But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well ... | vicious and beyond redemption, I am afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, to another of his guests, another English lady. In order to get rid of her, and leave him free for his crime, he crushed her into a cave among his servants. However, that is by the way."<|quote|>But his last words brought on another sto... | one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am af... | know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-gla... | and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence, and wanted to prove that the assault was premeditated. And in order to illustrate the strategy, they produced a plan of the Marabar Hills, showing the route that the party had taken, and the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had c... | Ronny with devastating honesty. "Climb down, indeed, what incredible impertinence!" Mrs. Turton cried. "Do come quietly, Mary," murmured her husband. "Hi! my patient can't be left unattended." "Do you object to the Civil Surgeon remaining, Mr. Amritrao?" "I should object. A platform confers authority." "Even when it's ... | where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a better view of him from the platform, and knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was al... | A Passage To India |
"I don't propose to call her." | Mr. Mcbryde | was this second English lady.<|quote|>"I don't propose to call her."</|quote|>"You don't because you can't, | well as rape, and who was this second English lady.<|quote|>"I don't propose to call her."</|quote|>"You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out | on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady.<|quote|>"I don't propose to call her."</|qu... | am afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, to another of his guests, another English lady. In order to get rid of her, and leave him free for his crime, he crushed her into a cave among his servants. However, that is by the way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, ... | made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a do... | Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy.... | the Collector, trying to laugh. "Thank you very much, sir," said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all." And the party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them... | the "Tank of the Dagger" where they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmask... | A Passage To India |
"You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." | Mahmoud Ali | don't propose to call her."<|quote|>"You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend."</|quote|>"You could have called her | this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her."<|quote|>"You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend."</|quote|>"You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neith... | new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her."<|quote|>"You don't because you can't, you hav... | most brutally, to another of his guests, another English lady. In order to get rid of her, and leave him free for his crime, he crushed her into a cave among his servants. However, that is by the way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind.... | came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy... | Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." ... | you very much, sir," said Mr. Das, greatly relieved. "Thank you, Mr. Heaslop; thank you ladies all." And the party, including Miss Quested, descended from its rash eminence. The news of their humiliation spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and ... | of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the "prisoner's dupes," as they were called Fielding, the servant Antony, the Nawab Bahadur. This aspect of the case had always seemed dubious to Miss Quested, and she had asked the police not to develop it. But they were playing for a heavy sentence,... | A Passage To India |
"You could have called her yourself," | Mr. Das | she was poor Indians' friend."<|quote|>"You could have called her yourself,"</|quote|>cried the Magistrate. "Neither side | she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend."<|quote|>"You could have called her yourself,"</|quote|>cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote | as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend."<|quote|>"You could have called her yourself,"</|quote|... | However, that is by the way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second ... | speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely ... | alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such po... | spread quickly, and people jeered outside. Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ... | to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-... | A Passage To India |
cried the Magistrate. | No speaker | could have called her yourself,"<|quote|>cried the Magistrate.</|quote|>"Neither side called her, neither | was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself,"<|quote|>cried the Magistrate.</|quote|>"Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." | was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself,"<|quote|>cried the Magistrate.</|quote|>"N... | But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose... | one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am af... | asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defenc... | Their special chairs followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, pla... | and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of... | A Passage To India |
"Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." | Mr. Das | her yourself," cried the Magistrate.<|quote|>"Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence."</|quote|>"She was kept from us | friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate.<|quote|>"Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence."</|quote|>"She was kept from us until too late I learn | English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate.<|quote|>"Neither side called her, n... | words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her.... | individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am afraid. He beha... | with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Marabar caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defence had some wild hop... | followed them. Mahmoud Ali (who was quite silly and useless with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high.... | of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to ... | A Passage To India |
"She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they hav... | Mahmoud Ali | must quote her as evidence."<|quote|>"She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself... | "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence."<|quote|>"She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; tak... | because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence."<|quote|>"She was kept from u... | Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out... | his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, to another of his ... | caves are Jain." "Yes, sir; then in which Jain cave?" "You will have an opportunity of putting such questions later." Mr. McBryde smiled faintly at their fatuity. Indians invariably collapse over some such point as this. He knew that the defence had some wild hope of establishing an alibi, that they had tried (unsucces... | with hatred) objected even to these; by whose authority had special chairs been introduced, why had the Nawab Bahadur not been given one? etc. People began to talk all over the room, about chairs ordinary and special, strips of carpet, platforms one foot high. But the little excursion had a good effect on Miss Quested'... | to identify the guide, and that Fielding and Hamidullah had gone out to the Kawa Dol and paced and measured all one moonlit night. "Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arriv... | A Passage To India |
"If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," | Ronny Heaslop | Mrs. Moore. . . ."<|quote|>"If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden,"</|quote|>said Ronny dryly; he ought | they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ."<|quote|>"If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden,"</|quote|>said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but | back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ."<|quote|>"If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden,"<... | on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." "She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, a... | crushed her into a cave among his servants. However, that is by the way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murd... | measured all one moonlit night. "Mr. Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the docu... | was like knowing the worst. She was sure now that she should come through "all right" that is to say, without spiritual disgrace, and she passed the good news on to Ronny and Mrs. Turton. They were too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. From where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr.... | afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, to another of his guests, another English lady. In order to get rid of her, and leave him free for his crime, he crushed her into a cave among his servants. However, that is by the way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, bur... | A Passage To India |
said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. | No speaker | mother should have reached Aden,"<|quote|>said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him.</|quote|>"Imprisoned by you there because | is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden,"<|quote|>said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him.</|quote|>"Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He | she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden,"<|quote|>said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught... | yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." "She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't r... | way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't p... | to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-... | through "all right" that is to say, without spiritual disgrace, and she passed the good news on to Ronny and Mrs. Turton. They were too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. From where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a better view of him from the platform, and... | to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: ... | A Passage To India |
"Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." | Mahmoud Ali | the onslaught had startled him.<|quote|>"Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth."</|quote|>He was almost out of | not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him.<|quote|>"Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth."</|quote|>He was almost out of his mind, and could be | back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him.<|quote|>"Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth... | was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put... | Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of t... | described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the f... | news on to Ronny and Mrs. Turton. They were too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. From where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a better view of him from the platform, and knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watchin... | I am afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, to another of his guests, another English lady. In order to get rid of her, and leave him free for his crime, he crushed her into a cave among his servants. However, that is by the way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore... | A Passage To India |
He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: | No speaker | because she knew the truth."<|quote|>He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult:</|quote|>"I ruin my career, no | him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth."<|quote|>He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult:</|quote|>"I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to | tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth."<|quote|>He was almost out of his mind, and could be ... | too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the poi... | Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved... | Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add... | too much agitated with the defeat to British prestige to be interested. From where she sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a better view of him from the platform, and knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his aw... | his crime, he crushed her into a cave among his servants. However, that is by the way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was cha... | A Passage To India |
"I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." | Mahmoud Ali | heard saying above the tumult:<|quote|>"I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one."</|quote|>"This is no way to | his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult:<|quote|>"I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one."</|quote|>"This is no way to defend your case," counselled the | point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult:<|quote|>"I ruin my career, no matter; we ... | Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; ... | his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have cal... | ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnes... | sat, she could see the renegade Mr. Fielding. She had had a better view of him from the platform, and knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier... | way." But his last words brought on another storm, and suddenly a new name, Mrs. Moore, burst on the court like a whirlwind. Mahmoud Ali had been enraged, his nerves snapped; he shrieked like a maniac, and asked whether his client was charged with murder as well as rape, and who was this second English lady. "I don't p... | A Passage To India |
"This is no way to defend your case," | Mr. Das | be ruined one by one."<|quote|>"This is no way to defend your case,"</|quote|>counselled the Magistrate. "I am | matter; we are all to be ruined one by one."<|quote|>"This is no way to defend your case,"</|quote|>counselled the Magistrate. "I am not defending a case, nor | ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one."<|quote|>"This is no way to defend your case,"</|quote|>cou... | name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Impris... | English lady. "I don't propose to call her." "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither m... | mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who h... | him from the platform, and knew that an Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent... | they had camped. The Magistrate displayed interest in arch ology. An elevation of a specimen cave was produced; it was lettered "Buddhist Cave." "Not Buddhist, I think, Jain. . . ." "In which cave is the offence alleged, the Buddhist or the Jain?" asked Mahmoud Ali, with the air of unmasking a conspiracy. "All the Mara... | A Passage To India |
counselled the Magistrate. | No speaker | way to defend your case,"<|quote|>counselled the Magistrate.</|quote|>"I am not defending a | by one." "This is no way to defend your case,"<|quote|>counselled the Magistrate.</|quote|>"I am not defending a case, nor are you trying | had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case,"<|quote|>counselled the Magistrate.</|quote|>"I am not defending a ca... | Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the... | "You don't because you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." "She was kept fro... | came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy... | Indian child perched on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen t... | of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "... | A Passage To India |
"I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves." | Mahmoud Ali | your case," counselled the Magistrate.<|quote|>"I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves."</|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have | is no way to defend your case," counselled the Magistrate.<|quote|>"I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves."</|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless | "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case," counselled the Magistrate.<|quote|>"I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one.... | back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He wa... | you can't, you have smuggled her out of the country; she is Mrs. Moore, she would have proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." "She was kept from us until too late... | evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him grad... | on his knee. He was watching the proceedings, watching her. When their eyes met, he turned his away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and t... | speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely ... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority." | Mr. Das | are both of us slaves."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority."</|quote|>"Do so; this trial is | are you trying one. We are both of us slaves."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority."</|quote|>"Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going." | could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case," counselled the Magistrate. "I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you s... | Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have reached Aden," said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my car... | proved his innocence, she was on our side, she was poor Indians' friend." "You could have called her yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." "She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. ... | concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a resp... | away, as if direct intercourse was of no interest to him. The Magistrate was also happier. He had won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The S... | on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one o... | A Passage To India |
"Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going." | Mahmoud Ali | I shall exercise my authority."<|quote|>"Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going."</|quote|>And he handed his papers | and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority."<|quote|>"Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going."</|quote|>And he handed his papers to Amritrao and left, calling | ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case," counselled the Magistrate. "I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority."<|quote|>"Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going."</|q... | said Ronny dryly; he ought not to have intervened, but the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case,"... | yourself," cried the Magistrate. "Neither side called her, neither must quote her as evidence." "She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't r... | is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am... | won the battle of the platform, and gained confidence. Intelligent and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the... | came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, removing his spectacles. "I will now call my witnesses. The facts will speak for themselves. The prisoner is one of those individuals who have led a double life. I dare say his degeneracy... | A Passage To India |
And he handed his papers to Amritrao and left, calling from the door histrionically yet with intense passion, | No speaker | a farce, I am going."<|quote|>And he handed his papers to Amritrao and left, calling from the door histrionically yet with intense passion,</|quote|>"Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever." | "Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going."<|quote|>And he handed his papers to Amritrao and left, calling from the door histrionically yet with intense passion,</|quote|>"Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever." The tumult increased, the invocation | your case," counselled the Magistrate. "I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority." "Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going."<|quote|>And he handed his papers to Amritrao and left, ca... | the onslaught had startled him. "Imprisoned by you there because she knew the truth." He was almost out of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case," counselled the Magistrate. "I am not defending a case,... | quote her as evidence." "She was kept from us until too late I learn too late this is English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father... | life. I dare say his degeneracy gained upon him gradually. He has been very cunning at concealing, as is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, t... | and impartial, he continued to listen to the evidence, and tried to forget that later on he should have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of... | know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-gla... | A Passage To India |
"Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever." | Mahmoud Ali | histrionically yet with intense passion,<|quote|>"Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever."</|quote|>The tumult increased, the invocation | left, calling from the door histrionically yet with intense passion,<|quote|>"Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever."</|quote|>The tumult increased, the invocation of Mrs. Moore continued, and | both of us slaves." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority." "Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going." And he handed his papers to Amritrao and left, calling from the door histrionically yet with intense passion,<|quote|>"Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever."</|quo... | of his mind, and could be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case," counselled the Magistrate. "I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unl... | English justice, here is your British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any inte... | is usual with the type, and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, to another of his guests, another English lady. In order to get rid of her, and leave him free for his ... | have to pronounce a verdict in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the "prisoner's dupes," as they ... | Lesley says they're Buddhist, and he ought to know if anyone does. But may I call attention to the shape?" And he described what had occurred there. Then he spoke of Miss Derek's arrival, of the scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arriv... | A Passage To India |
The tumult increased, the invocation of Mrs. Moore continued, and people who did not know what the syllables meant repeated them like a charm. They became Indianized into Esmiss Esmoor, they were taken up in the street outside. In vain the Magistrate threatened and expelled. Until the magic exhausted itself, he was pow... | No speaker | "Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever."<|quote|>The tumult increased, the invocation of Mrs. Moore continued, and people who did not know what the syllables meant repeated them like a charm. They became Indianized into Esmiss Esmoor, they were taken up in the street outside. In vain the Magistrate threatened and expelled. Unti... | histrionically yet with intense passion, "Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever."<|quote|>The tumult increased, the invocation of Mrs. Moore continued, and people who did not know what the syllables meant repeated them like a charm. They became Indianized into Esmiss Esmoor, they were taken up in the street outside. In vain the... | Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shall exercise my authority." "Do so; this trial is a farce, I am going." And he handed his papers to Amritrao and left, calling from the door histrionically yet with intense passion, "Aziz, Aziz farewell for ever."<|quote|>The tumult increased, the invo... | be heard saying above the tumult: "I ruin my career, no matter; we are all to be ruined one by one." "This is no way to defend your case," counselled the Magistrate. "I am not defending a case, nor are you trying one. We are both of us slaves." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, I have already warned you, and unless you sit down I shal... | British Raj. Give us back Mrs. Moore for five minutes only, and she will save my friend, she will save the name of his sons; don't rule her out, Mr. Das; take back those words as you yourself are a father; tell me where they have put her, oh, Mrs. Moore. . . ." "If the point is of any interest, my mother should have re... | and pretending to be a respectable member of society, getting a Government position even. He is now entirely vicious and beyond redemption, I am afraid. He behaved most cruelly, most brutally, to another of his guests, another English lady. In order to get rid of her, and leave him free for his crime, he crushed her in... | in accordance with it. The Superintendent trundled steadily forward: he had expected these outbursts of insolence they are the natural gestures of an inferior race, and he betrayed no hatred of Aziz, merely an abysmal contempt. The speech dealt at length with the "prisoner's dupes," as they were called Fielding, the se... | scramble down the gully, of the return of the two ladies to Chandrapore, and of the document Miss Quested signed on her arrival, in which mention was made of the field-glasses. And then came the culminating evidence: the discovery of the field-glasses on the prisoner. "I have nothing to add at present," he concluded, r... | A Passage To India |
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