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"Ought I to join them?" | Adela Quested | keep to your own people?"<|quote|>"Ought I to join them?"</|quote|>she said, without emotion. She | happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?"<|quote|>"Ought I to join them?"</|quote|>she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was | don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?"<|quote|>"Ought I to join them?"</|quote|>she said, without emotion. S... | he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wa... | than a London slum, yet more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat... | that an Indian can preside. To those who could hear him he said, "The prisoner is released without one stain on his character; the question of costs will be decided elsewhere." And then the flimsy framework of the court broke up, the shouts of derision and rage culminated, people screamed and cursed, kissed one another... | is that, what are you saying? Speak up, please." The Magistrate bent forward. "I'm afraid I have made a mistake." "What nature of mistake?" "Dr. Aziz never followed me into the cave." The Superintendent slammed down his papers, then picked them up and said calmly: "Now, Miss Quested, let us go on. I will read you the w... | the public exit of the court. The faint, indescribable smell of the bazaars invaded her, sweeter than a London slum, yet more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human swea... | A Passage To India |
she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. | No speaker | "Ought I to join them?"<|quote|>she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her.</|quote|>"You can't, it's too late. | keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?"<|quote|>she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her.</|quote|>"You can't, it's too late. How are you to get | about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?"<|quote|>she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no... | their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's th... | more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled a... | To those who could hear him he said, "The prisoner is released without one stain on his character; the question of costs will be decided elsewhere." And then the flimsy framework of the court broke up, the shouts of derision and rage culminated, people screamed and cursed, kissed one another, wept passionately. Here we... | saying? Speak up, please." The Magistrate bent forward. "I'm afraid I have made a mistake." "What nature of mistake?" "Dr. Aziz never followed me into the cave." The Superintendent slammed down his papers, then picked them up and said calmly: "Now, Miss Quested, let us go on. I will read you the words of the deposition... | nonchalantly to the Magistrate as he did so, "Right, I withdraw." Mr. Das rose, nearly dead with the strain. He had controlled the case, just controlled it. He had shown that an Indian can preside. To those who could hear him he said, "The prisoner is released without one stain on his character; the question of costs w... | A Passage To India |
"You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." | Cyril Fielding | no more virtue in her.<|quote|>"You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage."</|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," | felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her.<|quote|>"You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage."</|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of | . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her.<|quote|>"You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the... | Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on ... | of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her... | on his character; the question of costs will be decided elsewhere." And then the flimsy framework of the court broke up, the shouts of derision and rage culminated, people screamed and cursed, kissed one another, wept passionately. Here were the English, whom their servants protected, there Aziz fainted in Hamidullah's... | "What nature of mistake?" "Dr. Aziz never followed me into the cave." The Superintendent slammed down his papers, then picked them up and said calmly: "Now, Miss Quested, let us go on. I will read you the words of the deposition which you signed two hours later in my bungalow." "Excuse me, Mr. McBryde, you cannot go on... | It was in hard prosaic tones that she said, "I withdraw everything." "Enough sit down. Mr. McBryde, do you wish to continue in the face of this?" The Superintendent gazed at his witness as if she was a broken machine, and said, "Are you mad?" "Don't question her, sir; you have no longer the right." "Give me time to con... | A Passage To India |
"Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," | Dr. Aziz | put you into my carriage."<|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me,"</|quote|>called the shattered voice of | way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage."<|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me,"</|quote|>called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . | own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage."<|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me,"</|quote|>call... | Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She f... | ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence.... | people screamed and cursed, kissed one another, wept passionately. Here were the English, whom their servants protected, there Aziz fainted in Hamidullah's arms. Victory on this side, defeat on that complete for one moment was the antithesis. Then life returned to its complexities, person after person struggled out of ... | let us go on. I will read you the words of the deposition which you signed two hours later in my bungalow." "Excuse me, Mr. McBryde, you cannot go on. I am speaking to the witness myself. And the public will be silent. If it continues to talk, I have the court cleared. Miss Quested, address your remarks to me, who am t... | other witnesses; we're none of us safe" Ronny tried to check her, and she gave him an irritable blow, then screamed insults at Adela. The Superintendent moved to the support of his friends, saying nonchalantly to the Magistrate as he did so, "Right, I withdraw." Mr. Das rose, nearly dead with the strain. He had control... | A Passage To India |
called the shattered voice of Aziz. | No speaker | "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me,"<|quote|>called the shattered voice of Aziz.</|quote|>"I'm coming back. . . | put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me,"<|quote|>called the shattered voice of Aziz.</|quote|>"I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't | join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me,"<|quote|>called the shattered voice of Aziz.</|... | can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there w... | himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the univers... | one another, wept passionately. Here were the English, whom their servants protected, there Aziz fainted in Hamidullah's arms. Victory on this side, defeat on that complete for one moment was the antithesis. Then life returned to its complexities, person after person struggled out of the room to their various purposes,... | will read you the words of the deposition which you signed two hours later in my bungalow." "Excuse me, Mr. McBryde, you cannot go on. I am speaking to the witness myself. And the public will be silent. If it continues to talk, I have the court cleared. Miss Quested, address your remarks to me, who am the Magistrate in... | the other witnesses; we're none of us safe" Ronny tried to check her, and she gave him an irritable blow, then screamed insults at Adela. The Superintendent moved to the support of his friends, saying nonchalantly to the Magistrate as he did so, "Right, I withdraw." Mr. Das rose, nearly dead with the strain. He had con... | A Passage To India |
"I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." | Cyril Fielding | the shattered voice of Aziz.<|quote|>"I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue."</|quote|>He gripped her arm. "Excuse | Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz.<|quote|>"I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue."</|quote|>He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know | She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz.<|quote|>"I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don... | the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, ... | of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was ... | the English, whom their servants protected, there Aziz fainted in Hamidullah's arms. Victory on this side, defeat on that complete for one moment was the antithesis. Then life returned to its complexities, person after person struggled out of the room to their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the sc... | the deposition which you signed two hours later in my bungalow." "Excuse me, Mr. McBryde, you cannot go on. I am speaking to the witness myself. And the public will be silent. If it continues to talk, I have the court cleared. Miss Quested, address your remarks to me, who am the Magistrate in charge of the case, and re... | did so, "Right, I withdraw." Mr. Das rose, nearly dead with the strain. He had controlled the case, just controlled it. He had shown that an Indian can preside. To those who could hear him he said, "The prisoner is released without one stain on his character; the question of costs will be decided elsewhere." And then t... | A Passage To India |
He gripped her arm. | No speaker | This way, and don't argue."<|quote|>He gripped her arm.</|quote|>"Excuse manners, but I don't | coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue."<|quote|>He gripped her arm.</|quote|>"Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my | "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue."<|quote|>He gripped her arm.</|quote|>"Excuse manners, but I... | . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private... | the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?... | arms. Victory on this side, defeat on that complete for one moment was the antithesis. Then life returned to its complexities, person after person struggled out of the room to their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the scene of the fantasy but the beautiful naked god. Unaware that anything unusual h... | "Excuse me, Mr. McBryde, you cannot go on. I am speaking to the witness myself. And the public will be silent. If it continues to talk, I have the court cleared. Miss Quested, address your remarks to me, who am the Magistrate in charge of the case, and realize their extreme gravity. Remember you speak on oath, Miss Que... | his friends, saying nonchalantly to the Magistrate as he did so, "Right, I withdraw." Mr. Das rose, nearly dead with the strain. He had controlled the case, just controlled it. He had shown that an Indian can preside. To those who could hear him he said, "The prisoner is released without one stain on his character; the... | A Passage To India |
"Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." | Cyril Fielding | argue." He gripped her arm.<|quote|>"Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please."</|quote|>"But where am I to | . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm.<|quote|>"Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please."</|quote|>"But where am I to go in it?" "Where you | late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm.<|quote|>"Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position.... | to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come t... | single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for... | side, defeat on that complete for one moment was the antithesis. Then life returned to its complexities, person after person struggled out of the room to their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the scene of the fantasy but the beautiful naked god. Unaware that anything unusual had occurred, he contin... | you cannot go on. I am speaking to the witness myself. And the public will be silent. If it continues to talk, I have the court cleared. Miss Quested, address your remarks to me, who am the Magistrate in charge of the case, and realize their extreme gravity. Remember you speak on oath, Miss Quested." "Dr. Aziz never" "... | servants protected, there Aziz fainted in Hamidullah's arms. Victory on this side, defeat on that complete for one moment was the antithesis. Then life returned to its complexities, person after person struggled out of the room to their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the scene of the fantasy but t... | A Passage To India |
"But where am I to go in it?" | Adela Quested | time to-morrow, if you please."<|quote|>"But where am I to go in it?"</|quote|>"Where you like. How should | Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please."<|quote|>"But where am I to go in it?"</|quote|>"Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" The | I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please."<|quote|>"But where am I to go in it?"... | Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave... | for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, ... | after person struggled out of the room to their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the scene of the fantasy but the beautiful naked god. Unaware that anything unusual had occurred, he continued to pull the cord of his punkah, to gaze at the empty dais and the overturned special chairs, and rhythmicall... | it continues to talk, I have the court cleared. Miss Quested, address your remarks to me, who am the Magistrate in charge of the case, and realize their extreme gravity. Remember you speak on oath, Miss Quested." "Dr. Aziz never" "I stop these proceedings on medical grounds," cried the Major on a word from Turton, and ... | dais and the overturned special chairs, and rhythmically to agitate the clouds of descending dust. CHAPTER XXV Miss Quested had renounced her own people. Turning from them, she was drawn into a mass of Indians of the shopkeeping class, and carried by them towards the public exit of the court. The faint, indescribable s... | A Passage To India |
"Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" | Cyril Fielding | I to go in it?"<|quote|>"Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?"</|quote|>The victoria was safe in | you please." "But where am I to go in it?"<|quote|>"Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?"</|quote|>The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but | don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?"<|quote|>"Where you like. How should I know your arrang... | "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz... | he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wa... | their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the scene of the fantasy but the beautiful naked god. Unaware that anything unusual had occurred, he continued to pull the cord of his punkah, to gaze at the empty dais and the overturned special chairs, and rhythmically to agitate the clouds of descending dust... | cleared. Miss Quested, address your remarks to me, who am the Magistrate in charge of the case, and realize their extreme gravity. Remember you speak on oath, Miss Quested." "Dr. Aziz never" "I stop these proceedings on medical grounds," cried the Major on a word from Turton, and all the English rose from their chairs ... | or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had... | A Passage To India |
The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaa... | No speaker | should I know your arrangements?"<|quote|>The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded ... | it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?"<|quote|>The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased... | "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?"<|quote|>The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, ... | She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue... | in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall w... | on the scene of the fantasy but the beautiful naked god. Unaware that anything unusual had occurred, he continued to pull the cord of his punkah, to gaze at the empty dais and the overturned special chairs, and rhythmically to agitate the clouds of descending dust. CHAPTER XXV Miss Quested had renounced her own people.... | am the Magistrate in charge of the case, and realize their extreme gravity. Remember you speak on oath, Miss Quested." "Dr. Aziz never" "I stop these proceedings on medical grounds," cried the Major on a word from Turton, and all the English rose from their chairs at once, large white figures behind which the little ma... | to their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the scene of the fantasy but the beautiful naked god. Unaware that anything unusual had occurred, he continued to pull the cord of his punkah, to gaze at the empty dais and the overturned special chairs, and rhythmically to agitate the clouds of descending d... | A Passage To India |
"What what have you been doing?" | Cyril Fielding | have been killed off easily.<|quote|>"What what have you been doing?"</|quote|>he cried suddenly. "Playing a | caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily.<|quote|>"What what have you been doing?"</|quote|>he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" | got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily.<|quote|>"What what hav... | where am I to go in it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusi... | don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me,... | smell of the bazaars invaded her, sweeter than a London slum, yet more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and... | charge? Answer me," shrieked the representative of Justice. Something that she did not understand took hold of the girl and pulled her through. Though the vision was over, and she had returned to the insipidity of the world, she remembered what she had learnt. Atonement and confession they could wait. It was in hard pr... | to its complexities, person after person struggled out of the room to their various purposes, and before long no one remained on the scene of the fantasy but the beautiful naked god. Unaware that anything unusual had occurred, he continued to pull the cord of his punkah, to gaze at the empty dais and the overturned spe... | A Passage To India |
he cried suddenly. | No speaker | what have you been doing?"<|quote|>he cried suddenly.</|quote|>"Playing a game, studying life, | been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?"<|quote|>he cried suddenly.</|quote|>"Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend | could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?"<|quote|>he cried sudd... | it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and sp... | people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voic... | sweeter than a London slum, yet more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if ... | of Justice. Something that she did not understand took hold of the girl and pulled her through. Though the vision was over, and she had returned to the insipidity of the world, she remembered what she had learnt. Atonement and confession they could wait. It was in hard prosaic tones that she said, "I withdraw everythin... | the overturned special chairs, and rhythmically to agitate the clouds of descending dust. CHAPTER XXV Miss Quested had renounced her own people. Turning from them, she was drawn into a mass of Indians of the shopkeeping class, and carried by them towards the public exit of the court. The faint, indescribable smell of t... | A Passage To India |
"Playing a game, studying life, or what?" | Cyril Fielding | been doing?" he cried suddenly.<|quote|>"Playing a game, studying life, or what?"</|quote|>"Sir, I intend these for | easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly.<|quote|>"Playing a game, studying life, or what?"</|quote|>"Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, | her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly.<|quote|>"Playing a... | like. How should I know your arrangements?" The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounde... | to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm co... | London slum, yet more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the... | that she did not understand took hold of the girl and pulled her through. Though the vision was over, and she had returned to the insipidity of the world, she remembered what she had learnt. Atonement and confession they could wait. It was in hard prosaic tones that she said, "I withdraw everything." "Enough sit down. ... | people. Turning from them, she was drawn into a mass of Indians of the shopkeeping class, and carried by them towards the public exit of the court. The faint, indescribable smell of the bazaars invaded her, sweeter than a London slum, yet more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, frag... | A Passage To India |
interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. | No speaker | intend these for you, sir,"<|quote|>interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm.</|quote|>"I don't want the rubbish; | life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir,"<|quote|>interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm.</|quote|>"I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am | through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir,"<|quote|>interrupted a s... | side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English w... | more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, bu... | old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They... | Though the vision was over, and she had returned to the insipidity of the world, she remembered what she had learnt. Atonement and confession they could wait. It was in hard prosaic tones that she said, "I withdraw everything." "Enough sit down. Mr. McBryde, do you wish to continue in the face of this?" The Superintend... | the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick ... | A Passage To India |
"I don't want the rubbish; get out." | Cyril Fielding | of jasmine on his arm.<|quote|>"I don't want the rubbish; get out."</|quote|>"Sir, I am a horse, | the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm.<|quote|>"I don't want the rubbish; get out."</|quote|>"Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," | they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm.<|quote|>"I don't want the rubbis... | end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and... | to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morr... | East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for... | she remembered what she had learnt. Atonement and confession they could wait. It was in hard prosaic tones that she said, "I withdraw everything." "Enough sit down. Mr. McBryde, do you wish to continue in the face of this?" The Superintendent gazed at his witness as if she was a broken machine, and said, "Are you mad?"... | wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no ... | A Passage To India |
another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. | No speaker | we shall be your horses,"<|quote|>another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air.</|quote|>"Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's | "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses,"<|quote|>another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air.</|quote|>"Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, | doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses,"<|quote|>another cried as he lifted the shafts of ... | man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly... | "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?" "Where you like. How should I know your... | ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence.... | tones that she said, "I withdraw everything." "Enough sit down. Mr. McBryde, do you wish to continue in the face of this?" The Superintendent gazed at his witness as if she was a broken machine, and said, "Are you mad?" "Don't question her, sir; you have no longer the right." "Give me time to consider" "Sahib, you will... | you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?" "Where you like.... | A Passage To India |
"Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." | Cyril Fielding | the victoria into the air.<|quote|>"Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap."</|quote|>"No, sir, this is an | he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air.<|quote|>"Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap."</|quote|>"No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied | intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air.<|quote|>"Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap."</|quot... | sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for y... | back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no ho... | sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung a... | you wish to continue in the face of this?" The Superintendent gazed at his witness as if she was a broken machine, and said, "Are you mad?" "Don't question her, sir; you have no longer the right." "Give me time to consider" "Sahib, you will have to withdraw; this becomes a scandal," boomed the Nawab Bahadur suddenly fr... | to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morr... | A Passage To India |
Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. | No speaker | is an honour for us."<|quote|>Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd.</|quote|>"Hurry up, sir; we pull | good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us."<|quote|>Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd.</|quote|>"Hurry up, sir; we... | jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us."<|quote|>Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him... | civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don... | I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them a... | paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore his rulers, he becomes genuinely unaware of their existence. Without part in the universe she had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she pa... | if she was a broken machine, and said, "Are you mad?" "Don't question her, sir; you have no longer the right." "Give me time to consider" "Sahib, you will have to withdraw; this becomes a scandal," boomed the Nawab Bahadur suddenly from the back of the court. "He shall not," shouted Mrs. Turton against the gathering tu... | next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She felt emptied, valueless; there was no more virtue in her. "You can't, it's too late. How are you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't... | A Passage To India |
"Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." | _unknowable | the lane with a crowd.<|quote|>"Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession."</|quote|>And, half affectionate, half impudent, | the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd.<|quote|>"Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession."</|quote|>And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I | chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd.<|quote|>"Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a... | student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of... | but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining... | against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to b... | from the back of the court. "He shall not," shouted Mrs. Turton against the gathering tumult. "Call the other witnesses; we're none of us safe" Ronny tried to check her, and she gave him an irritable blow, then screamed insults at Adela. The Superintendent moved to the support of his friends, saying nonchalantly to the... | had created, she was flung against Mr. Fielding. "What do you want here?" Knowing him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness ... | A Passage To India |
And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. | No speaker | pull you in a procession."<|quote|>And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in.</|quote|>"I don't know whether this | crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession."<|quote|>And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in.</|quote|>"I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're | Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession."<|quote|>And, half affectionate, half i... | jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the les... | expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were cau... | him for her enemy, she passed on into the sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows ... | shouted Mrs. Turton against the gathering tumult. "Call the other witnesses; we're none of us safe" Ronny tried to check her, and she gave him an irritable blow, then screamed insults at Adela. The Superintendent moved to the support of his friends, saying nonchalantly to the Magistrate as he did so, "Right, I withdraw... | to gaze at the empty dais and the overturned special chairs, and rhythmically to agitate the clouds of descending dust. CHAPTER XXV Miss Quested had renounced her own people. Turning from them, she was drawn into a mass of Indians of the shopkeeping class, and carried by them towards the public exit of the court. The f... | A Passage To India |
"I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe," | Cyril Fielding | impudent, they bundled him in.<|quote|>"I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe,"</|quote|>he remarked. The carriage jerked | procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in.<|quote|>"I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe,"</|quote|>he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where | him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in.<|quote|>"I don't know whether this ... | get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine an... | them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed o... | sunlight without speaking. He called after her, "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to... | other witnesses; we're none of us safe" Ronny tried to check her, and she gave him an irritable blow, then screamed insults at Adela. The Superintendent moved to the support of his friends, saying nonchalantly to the Magistrate as he did so, "Right, I withdraw." Mr. Das rose, nearly dead with the strain. He had control... | agitate the clouds of descending dust. CHAPTER XXV Miss Quested had renounced her own people. Turning from them, she was drawn into a mass of Indians of the shopkeeping class, and carried by them towards the public exit of the court. The faint, indescribable smell of the bazaars invaded her, sweeter than a London slum,... | A Passage To India |
he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation. Miss Quested was so loathed in Chandrapore that her recantation was discredited, and the rumour ran that she had been stricken by the Deity in the middle of her lies. But they cheered when they saw her sitting by the heroic Principa... | No speaker | you, but anyhow you're safe,"<|quote|>he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation. Miss Quested was so loathed in Chandrapore that her recantation was discredited, and the rumour ran that she had been stricken by the Deity in the middle of her lies. But they cheered when they ... | don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe,"<|quote|>he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation. Miss Quested was so loathed in Chandrapore that her recantation was discredited, and the rumour ran that she had been stricken by the Deity in the middle of her lie... | roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe,"<|quote|>he remarked. The carriag... | horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a w... | The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried sudd... | Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. ... | her, and she gave him an irritable blow, then screamed insults at Adela. The Superintendent moved to the support of his friends, saying nonchalantly to the Magistrate as he did so, "Right, I withdraw." Mr. Das rose, nearly dead with the strain. He had controlled the case, just controlled it. He had shown that an Indian... | by them towards the public exit of the court. The faint, indescribable smell of the bazaars invaded her, sweeter than a London slum, yet more disquieting: a tuft of scented cotton wool, wedged in an old man's ear, fragments of pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended... | A Passage To India |
"Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," | _unknowable | blue arches of the garden-house.<|quote|>"Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms,"</|quote|>were heard. Fielding took the | beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house.<|quote|>"Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms,"</|quote|>were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and | hill and through a garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house.<|quote|>"Sir, we fetch the others;... | to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill and through a garden gate i... | sausages of flowers round their necks, the pair were dragged in the wake of Aziz' victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an ... | the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The mor... | pan between his black teeth, odorous powders, oils the Scented East of tradition, but blended with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. T... | lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe," he ... | A Passage To India |
were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and l... | No speaker | heavy load for our arms,"<|quote|>were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscui... | sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms,"<|quote|>were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice... | and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms,"<|quote|>were heard. Fielding took the ref... | with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill and through a garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all w... | victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to die in her defen... | get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine an... | with human sweat as if a great king had been entangled in ignominy and could not free himself, or as if the heat of the sun had boiled and fried all the glories of the earth into a single mess. They paid no attention to her. They shook hands over her shoulder, shouted through her body for when the Indian does ignore hi... | sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe," he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation. Miss Quested was so loathed in Chandrapore that her recantation was discre... | A Passage To India |
"Cyril, Cyril . . ." | Dr. Aziz | that moment Aziz was crying,<|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril . . ."</|quote|>Crammed into a carriage with | such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying,<|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril . . ."</|quote|>Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud | lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying,<|quote|>"Cyril, Cyril . . ."</|quote|>Crammed into ... | his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to... | The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill and through a garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glo... | but anyhow you're safe," he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation. Miss Quested was so loathed in Chandrapore that her recantation was discredited, and the rumour ran that she had been stricken by the Deity in the middle of her lies. But they cheered when they saw her sitti... | "Where are you going, Miss Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she s... | was the procession going? To friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, th... | A Passage To India |
Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded anima... | No speaker | "Cyril, Cyril . . ."<|quote|>Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had... | that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ."<|quote|>Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his a... | himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ."<|quote|>Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadu... | telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and... | going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill and through a garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green f... | remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation. Miss Quested was so loathed in Chandrapore that her recantation was discredited, and the rumour ran that she had been stricken by the Deity in the middle of her lies. But they cheered when they saw her sitting by the heroic Principal (... | Quested?" "I don't know." "You can't wander about like that. Where's the car you came in?" "I shall walk." "What madness . . . there's supposed to be a riot on . . . the police have struck, no one knows what'll happen next. Why don't you keep to your own people?" "Ought I to join them?" she said, without emotion. She f... | on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they o... | A Passage To India |
"It is fate," | Dr. Aziz | would always outweigh his own.<|quote|>"It is fate,"</|quote|>he said; and, "It is | knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own.<|quote|>"It is fate,"</|quote|>he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned | by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own.<|quote|>"It is fate,"</|quote|>he said; a... | bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, h... | it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks a... | the pair were dragged in the wake of Aziz' victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his alli... | you to get round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back... | sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, h... | A Passage To India |
he said; and, | No speaker | his own. "It is fate,"<|quote|>he said; and,</|quote|>"It is fate," when he | Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate,"<|quote|>he said; and,</|quote|>"It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. | loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate,"<|quote|>he said; and,</|quote|>"It is ... | a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too mu... | somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscu... | dragged in the wake of Aziz' victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would b... | round to the private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time t... | it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks a... | A Passage To India |
"It is fate," | Dr. Aziz | is fate," he said; and,<|quote|>"It is fate,"</|quote|>when he was imprisoned anew | always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and,<|quote|>"It is fate,"</|quote|>when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, | gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and,<|quote|>"It is fate,"</|quote|>when he was ... | such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the mo... | for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to ... | wake of Aziz' victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to di... | private entrance now? Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if ... | Where was the procession going? To friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turni... | A Passage To India |
when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. | No speaker | said; and, "It is fate,"<|quote|>when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom.</|quote|>"Why isn't Cyril following? Let | own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate,"<|quote|>when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom.</|quote|>"Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the | he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate,"<|quote|>when he was imprisoned anew after Mohur... | one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his a... | were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and l... | victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to die in her defen... | Come this way with me quick I'll put you into my carriage." "Cyril, Cyril, don't leave me," called the shattered voice of Aziz. "I'm coming back. . . . This way, and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But wher... | students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I... | A Passage To India |
"Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." | Dr. Aziz | painful moments of his freedom.<|quote|>"Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back."</|quote|>But the procession could not | he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom.<|quote|>"Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back."</|quote|>But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake | knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom.<|quote|>"Why isn't Cyril following... | flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always out... | Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by b... | if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to die in her defence. He didn't want to die for her, he wanted to be rejoicing with Aziz. Where was the procession going? To friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospita... | and don't argue." He gripped her arm. "Excuse manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, no... | wake of Aziz' victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to di... | A Passage To India |
But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. | No speaker | following? Let us turn back."<|quote|>But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey.</|quote|>"Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, | his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back."<|quote|>But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey.</|quote|>"Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose ever... | his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back."<|quote|>But the procession could not turn ... | be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and,... | He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such... | made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to die in her defence. He didn't want to die for her, he wanted to be rejoicing with Aziz. Where was the procession going? To friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the pati... | manners, but I don't know anyone's position. Send my carriage back any time to-morrow, if you please." "But where am I to go in it?" "Where you like. How should I know your arrangements?" The victoria was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, h... | roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe," he remarked. The carriage jerked... | A Passage To India |
"Forward, forward," | Mahmoud Ali | and decide on its prey.<|quote|>"Forward, forward,"</|quote|>shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every | it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey.<|quote|>"Forward, forward,"</|quote|>shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. | first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey.<|quote|>"Forward, forward,"</|quote|>shrieke... | not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freed... | he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was ... | friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to th... | was safe in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocke... | his allies, he would be obliged to die in her defence. He didn't want to die for her, he wanted to be rejoicing with Aziz. Where was the procession going? To friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with ... | A Passage To India |
shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. | No speaker | on its prey. "Forward, forward,"<|quote|>shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell.</|quote|>"Down with the Collector, down | turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward,"<|quote|>shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell.</|quote|>"Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." | moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward,"<|quote|>shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose ev... | cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn... | to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content;... | enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran... | in a quiet side lane, but there were no horses, for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and th... | full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; ... | A Passage To India |
"Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." | Mahmoud Ali | utterance had become a yell.<|quote|>"Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police."</|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is | shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell.<|quote|>"Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police."</|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab | turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell.<|quote|>"Down with the Collector, ... | always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could n... | was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victor... | Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill and through a garden gate into the... | for the sais, not expecting the trial would end so abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-w... | and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of ... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," | The Nawab Badahur | with the Superintendent of Police."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise,"</|quote|>implored the Nawab Bahadur: he | "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise,"</|quote|>implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained | a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali... | "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced do... | such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the mo... | the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill and through a garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Queste... | abruptly, had led them away to visit a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could ... | of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that mom... | A Passage To India |
implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. | No speaker | Ali, this is not wise,"<|quote|>implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy.</|quote|>"Cyril, again you desert," cried | Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise,"<|quote|>implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy.</|quote|>"Cyril, again you desert," cri... | down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise,"<|quote|>implored th... | anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basi... | Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done fo... | to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill and through a garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees... | a friend. She got into it obediently. The man could not leave her, for the confusion increased, and spots of it sounded fanatical. The main road through the bazaars was blocked, and the English were gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What wh... | with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "C... | A Passage To India |
"Cyril, again you desert," | Dr. Aziz | great possessions and deprecated anarchy.<|quote|>"Cyril, again you desert,"</|quote|>cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly | left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy.<|quote|>"Cyril, again you desert,"</|quote|>cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, | the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy.<|quote|>"Cyril, ag... | But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superi... | be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and,... | garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heav... | gaining the civil station by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his... | Aziz' victorious landau. In the applause that greeted them some derision mingled. The English always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to die in her... | A Passage To India |
cried Aziz. | No speaker | anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert,"<|quote|>cried Aziz.</|quote|>"Yet some orderly demonstration is | had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert,"<|quote|>cried Aziz.</|quote|>"Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they | the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert,"<|quote|>cried Az... | not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr.... | who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when h... | mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms,"... | by by-ways; they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the ru... | The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he... | A Passage To India |
"Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," | Hamidullah | again you desert," cried Aziz.<|quote|>"Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary,"</|quote|>said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will | possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz.<|quote|>"Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary,"</|quote|>said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." | of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz.<|quote|>"Yet some order... | back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud ... | him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was impr... | and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Field... | they were caught like caterpillars, and could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get o... | a garden gate into the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat he... | A Passage To India |
said Hamidullah, | No speaker | some orderly demonstration is necessary,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah,</|quote|>"otherwise they will still think | you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary,"<|quote|>said Hamidullah,</|quote|>"otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with | is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary,"<|quote|>sai... | drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," ... | had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All th... | Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his ... | could have been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be you... | a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would ... | A Passage To India |
"otherwise they will still think we are afraid." | Hamidullah | demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah,<|quote|>"otherwise they will still think we are afraid."</|quote|>"Down with the Civil Surgeon | cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah,<|quote|>"otherwise they will still think we are afraid."</|quote|>"Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." | wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah,<|... | advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored t... | too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, i... | were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and t... | been killed off easily. "What what have you been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," ... | felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, ... | A Passage To India |
"Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." | Mahmoud Ali | still think we are afraid."<|quote|>"Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin."</|quote|>"Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." | said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid."<|quote|>"Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin."</|quote|>"Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . | nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid."<... | of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained ... | he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and... | trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he cou... | been doing?" he cried suddenly. "Playing a game, studying life, or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the... | to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless ... | A Passage To India |
"Nureddin?" | Dr. Aziz | . . . rescue Nureddin."<|quote|>"Nureddin?"</|quote|>"They are torturing him." "Oh, | "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin."<|quote|>"Nureddin?"</|quote|>"They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." | into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin."<|quote|... | decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their o... | animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first pa... | the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had ... | or what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good cha... | to die in her defence. He didn't want to die for her, he wanted to be rejoicing with Aziz. Where was the procession going? To friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi... | A Passage To India |
"They are torturing him." | Mahmoud Ali | . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?"<|quote|>"They are torturing him."</|quote|>"Oh, my God . . | with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?"<|quote|>"They are torturing him."</|quote|>"Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was | their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?"<... | on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit ... | he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful mo... | tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had deca... | what?" "Sir, I intend these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap."... | always stick together! That was the criticism. Nor was it unjust. Fielding shared it himself, and knew that if some misunderstanding occurred, and an attack was made on the girl by his allies, he would be obliged to die in her defence. He didn't want to die for her, he wanted to be rejoicing with Aziz. Where was the pr... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, my God . . ." | Dr. Aziz | "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him."<|quote|>"Oh, my God . . ."</|quote|>for this, too, was a | . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him."<|quote|>"Oh, my God . . ."</|quote|>for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I | had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturin... | forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left ... | through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. ... | it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unab... | these for you, sir," interrupted a student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an ... | boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him. Victory gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's w... | A Passage To India |
for this, too, was a friend. | No speaker | my God . . ."<|quote|>for this, too, was a friend.</|quote|>"They are not. I will | "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ."<|quote|>for this, too, was a friend.</|quote|>"They are not. I will not have my grandson made | he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ."<|quote|>f... | utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions an... | that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn... | of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her ... | student, running down the lane with a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of... | the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turning, they twisted the victoria to the right, ran it by side lanes down a hill a... | A Passage To India |
"They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," | The Nawab Badahur | this, too, was a friend.<|quote|>"They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital,"</|quote|>the old man protested. "They | God . . ." for this, too, was a friend.<|quote|>"They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital,"</|quote|>the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before | anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend.<|quote|>"They are no... | with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again... | outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn... | the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with... | a garland of jasmine on his arm. "I don't want the rubbish; get out." "Sir, I am a horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoure... | our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie ... | A Passage To India |
the old man protested. | No speaker | an attack on the hospital,"<|quote|>the old man protested.</|quote|>"They are. Callendar boasted so | grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital,"<|quote|>the old man protested.</|quote|>"They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard | still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital,"<|quote|>the old man protested.</|quote|>"They are. Callendar bo... | Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will ... | Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Ma... | to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else... | horse, we shall be your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the ... | after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of ... | A Passage To India |
"They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," | Mahmoud Ali | hospital," the old man protested.<|quote|>"They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said,"</|quote|>I have tortured that nigger.'" | for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested.<|quote|>"They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said,"</|quote|>I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. | afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested.<|quote|>"They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I... | that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afra... | in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn ab... | tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt res... | your horses," another cried as he lifted the shafts of the victoria into the air. "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board agains... | was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud... | A Passage To India |
I have tortured that nigger.'" | No speaker | through the tatties; he said,"<|quote|>I have tortured that nigger.'"</|quote|>"Oh, my God, my God. | before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said,"<|quote|>I have tortured that nigger.'"</|quote|>"Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called | him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said,"<|quote|>I have tortured that nigger.'"</|quote|>"Oh, my God, my ... | and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are tort... | first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, wh... | cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession... | "Fetch my sais, Rafi; there's a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hu... | his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" | Dr. Aziz | I have tortured that nigger.'"<|quote|>"Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?"</|quote|>"They put pepper instead of | through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'"<|quote|>"Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?"</|quote|>"They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." "Mr. | . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'"<|quote|>"Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a ni... | there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God... | freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had becom... | decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather s... | a good chap." "No, sir, this is an honour for us." Fielding wearied of his students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a ... | Where was the procession going? To friends, to enemies, to Aziz' bungalow, to the Collector's bungalow, to the Minto Hospital where the Civil Surgeon would eat dust and the patients (confused with prisoners) be released, to Delhi, Simla. The students thought it was going to Government College. When they reached a turni... | A Passage To India |
"They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." | Mahmoud Ali | him a nigger, did he?"<|quote|>"They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds."</|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a | . . . He called him a nigger, did he?"<|quote|>"They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds."</|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt | my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?"<|quote|>"They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the woun... | "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an att... | back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud ... | rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment... | students. The more they honoured him the less they obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I... | and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyr... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline." | The Nawab Badahur | of antiseptic on the wounds."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline."</|quote|>"Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. | he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline."</|quote|>"Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us | the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds."<|quote|>"Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little ... | they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted s... | down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab ... | advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a ... | obeyed. They lassoed him with jasmine and roses, scratched the splash-board against a wall, and recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you'... | gave no pleasure, he had suffered too much. From the moment of his arrest he was done for, he had dropped like a wounded animal; he had despaired, not through cowardice, but because he knew that an Englishwoman's word would always outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew a... | A Passage To India |
"Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail." | Mahmoud Ali | the boy, he needs discipline."<|quote|>"Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail."</|quote|>The new injury lashed the | little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline."<|quote|>"Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail."</|quote|>The new injury lashed the crowd to fury. It had | heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline."<|quote|>"Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. The... | rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have torture... | itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen ... | He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boy... | recited a poem, the noise of which filled the lane with a crowd. "Hurry up, sir; we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe," he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation... | drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," ... | A Passage To India |
The new injury lashed the crowd to fury. It had been aimless hitherto, and had lacked a grievance. When they reached the Maidan and saw the sallow arcades of the Minto they shambled towards it howling. It was near midday. The earth and sky were insanely ugly, the spirit of evil again strode abroad. The Nawab Bahadur al... | No speaker | by one; they shall fail."<|quote|>The new injury lashed the crowd to fury. It had been aimless hitherto, and had lacked a grievance. When they reached the Maidan and saw the sallow arcades of the Minto they shambled towards it howling. It was near midday. The earth and sky were insanely ugly, the spirit of evil again s... | hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail."<|quote|>The new injury lashed the crowd to fury. It had been aimless hitherto, and had lacked a grievance. When they reached the Maidan and saw the sallow arcades of the Minto they shambled towards it howling. It was near midday. The earth and sky were insanely ugly, the... | . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline." "Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail."<|quote|>The new injury lashed the crowd to fur... | was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pep... | a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; moreover, he had great possessions and deprecated anarchy.... | his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with the Nawab Bahadur, Hamidullah, Mahmoud Ali, his own little boys, and a heap of flowers, he was not content; he wanted to be surrounded by all who loved him... | we pull you in a procession." And, half affectionate, half impudent, they bundled him in. "I don't know whether this suits you, but anyhow you're safe," he remarked. The carriage jerked into the main bazaar, where it created some sensation. Miss Quested was so loathed in Chandrapore that her recantation was discredited... | do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating s... | A Passage To India |
"Man can but die the once," | Dr. Panna Lal | patients. In agony he cried,<|quote|>"Man can but die the once,"</|quote|>and waddled across the compound | to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried,<|quote|>"Man can but die the once,"</|quote|>and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming | and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried,<|quote|>"Man can but die the once,"</|quote|>and waddle... | saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for her... | alone struggled against it, and told himself that the rumour must be untrue. He had seen his grandson in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was avert... | desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made... | the mango plantation, and, as far as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our ar... | "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "Forward, forward," shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell.... | A Passage To India |
and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. | No speaker | can but die the once,"<|quote|>and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other.</|quote|>"Oh, forgive me," he whined | In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once,"<|quote|>and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other.</|quote|>"Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious | ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once,"<|quote|>and waddled across the compound to meet the invasi... | most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of... | himself that the rumour must be untrue. He had seen his grandson in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr.... | demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospita... | as Fielding and Miss Quested were concerned, all was peace and quiet. The trees were full of glossy foliage and slim green fruit, the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the... | "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snak... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, forgive me," | Dr. Panna Lal | yellow umbrella in the other.<|quote|>"Oh, forgive me,"</|quote|>he whined as he approached | and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other.<|quote|>"Oh, forgive me,"</|quote|>he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. | back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other.<|quote|>"Oh, forgive me,"</|quote|>he whined as he... | to come. In the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, ... | forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hat... | "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "... | the tank slumbered; and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had ... | the boy, he needs discipline." "Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail." The new injury lashed the crowd to fury. It had been aimless hitherto, and had lacked a grievance. When they reached the Maidan and saw the sallow arcades of the Minto they shambled towards it howling. I... | A Passage To India |
he whined as he approached the victorious landau. | No speaker | the other. "Oh, forgive me,"<|quote|>he whined as he approached the victorious landau.</|quote|>"Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the | a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me,"<|quote|>he whined as he approached the victorious landau.</|quote|>"Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz | rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me,"<|quote|>he whined as he approached the victori... | the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satis... | new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the... | torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . ... | and beyond it rose the exquisite blue arches of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more ... | deprecated anarchy. "Cyril, again you desert," cried Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." | Dr. Panna Lal | he approached the victorious landau.<|quote|>"Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told."</|quote|>Aziz was silent, the others | forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau.<|quote|>"Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told."</|quote|>Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw | to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau.<|quote|>"Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wic... | Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried... | in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. H... | for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?... | of the garden-house. "Sir, we fetch the others; sir, it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her ... | midday. The earth and sky were insanely ugly, the spirit of evil again strode abroad. The Nawab Bahadur alone struggled against it, and told himself that the rumour must be untrue. He had seen his grandson in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Ca... | A Passage To India |
Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. | No speaker | the wicked lies I told."<|quote|>Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn.</|quote|>"I was afraid, I was | landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told."<|quote|>Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn.</|quote|>"I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I | cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told."<|quote|>Aziz was silent, the others thi... | come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across th... | of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most pe... | I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on ... | it is a somewhat heavy load for our arms," were heard. Fielding took the refugee to his office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks a... | near midday. The earth and sky were insanely ugly, the spirit of evil again strode abroad. The Nawab Bahadur alone struggled against it, and told himself that the rumour must be untrue. He had seen his grandson in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Maj... | A Passage To India |
"I was afraid, I was mislaid," | Dr. Panna Lal | chins in token of scorn.<|quote|>"I was afraid, I was mislaid,"</|quote|>the suppliant continued. "I was | throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn.<|quote|>"I was afraid, I was mislaid,"</|quote|>the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere | with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn.<|quote|>"I was afraid, I was mislaid,"</|q... | blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow um... | Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars... | man protested. "They are. Callendar boasted so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy... | office, and tried to telephone to McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do.... | and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, it advanced down the narrow bazaar towards the basin of the Maidan, where it would turn about itself, and decide on its prey. "F... | A Passage To India |
the suppliant continued. | No speaker | was afraid, I was mislaid,"<|quote|>the suppliant continued.</|quote|>"I was mislaid here, there, | in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid,"<|quote|>the suppliant continued.</|quote|>"I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your | a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid,"<|quote|>the suppliant continued.</|quote... | and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," ... | for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to com... | so before the trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline." "Pepper. Civil Surge... | McBryde. But this he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as ... | The Nawab Bahadur alone struggled against it, and told himself that the rumour must be untrue. He had seen his grandson in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But ... | A Passage To India |
"I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle." | Dr. Panna Lal | was mislaid," the suppliant continued.<|quote|>"I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle."</|quote|>Agitated, but alert, he sa... | scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued.<|quote|>"I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle."</|quote|>Ag... | umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued.<|quote|>"I was mislaid here, ... | help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as h... | in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital h... | trial. I heard through the tatties; he said," I have tortured that nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline." "Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. Th... | he could not do; the wires had been cut. All his servants had decamped. Once more he was unable to desert her. He assigned her a couple of rooms, provided her with ice and drinks and biscuits, advised her to lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the... | shrieked Mahmoud Ali, whose every utterance had become a yell. "Down with the Collector, down with the Superintendent of Police." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, this is not wise," implored the Nawab Bahadur: he knew that nothing was gained by attacking the English, who had fallen into their own pit and had better be left there; mor... | A Passage To India |
Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he started playing the buffoon, flung down his umbrella, trod through it, and struck himself upon the nose. He knew what he was doing, and so did they. There was nothing pathetic or eternal in the degradation of such a man. Of ignoble origi... | No speaker | require? Take every cursed bottle."<|quote|>Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he started playing the buffoon, flung down his umbrella, trod through it, and struck himself upon the nose. He knew what he was doing, and so did they. There was nothing pathetic or eternal in the... | my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle."<|quote|>Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he started playing the buffoon, flung down his umbrella, trod through it, and struck himself upon the nose. He knew what he was doing, and so did they. There was noth... | scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle."<|quote|>Agitated, b... | salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," t... | had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and wou... | impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline." "Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail." The new injury lashed the crowd to fury. It had been aimless hitherto, and had lacked a grievance. When they reached the Maidan and saw the sallow arcades of ... | lie down, and lay down himself there was nothing else to do. He felt restless and thwarted as he listened to the retreating sounds of the procession, and his joy was rather spoilt by bewilderment. It was a victory, but such a queer one. At that moment Aziz was crying, "Cyril, Cyril . . ." Crammed into a carriage with t... | come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming soone... | A Passage To India |
"Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," | Dr. Panna Lal | promotion on the morning's work.<|quote|>"Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you,"</|quote|>was the argument he employed | why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work.<|quote|>"Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you,"</|quote|>was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming | put them into better tempers. When he found they wanted Nureddin, he skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work.<|quote|>"Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you,"<... | He knew what he was doing, and so did they. There was nothing pathetic or eternal in the degradation of such a man. Of ignoble origin, Dr. Panna Lal possessed nothing that could be disgraced, and he wisely decided to make the other Indians feel like kings, because it would put them into better tempers. When he found th... | lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoeve... | come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming soone... | outweigh his own. "It is fate," he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn... | hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh... | A Passage To India |
was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech ... | No speaker | sir, promptness similar to you,"<|quote|>was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing t... | on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you,"<|quote|>was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get ... | he found they wanted Nureddin, he skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you,"<|quote|>was the argument he employed to Maj... | and so did they. There was nothing pathetic or eternal in the degradation of such a man. Of ignoble origin, Dr. Panna Lal possessed nothing that could be disgraced, and he wisely decided to make the other Indians feel like kings, because it would put them into better tempers. When he found they wanted Nureddin, he skip... | the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor littl... | station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped... | he said; and, "It is fate," when he was imprisoned anew after Mohurram. All that existed, in that terrible time, was affection, and affection was all that he felt in the first painful moments of his freedom. "Why isn't Cyril following? Let us turn back." But the procession could not turn back. Like a snake in a drain, ... | help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as h... | A Passage To India |
"We will have rejoicings to-night," | The Nawab Badahur | or even dislocate a district.<|quote|>"We will have rejoicings to-night,"</|quote|>the old man said. "Mr. | not break up a continent or even dislocate a district.<|quote|>"We will have rejoicings to-night,"</|quote|>the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to | to his country seat. The landau turned, the crowd accompanied it, the crisis was over. The Marabar caves had been a terrible strain on the local administration; they altered a good many lives and wrecked several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocate a district.<|quote|>"We will have rejoicing... | young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for which reason he was instantly proceeding to hi... | he found they wanted Nureddin, he skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Calle... | but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and... | Aziz. "Yet some orderly demonstration is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for ... | Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were mutinous and would not help him over the back wall, or rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and wad... | A Passage To India |
the old man said. | No speaker | "We will have rejoicings to-night,"<|quote|>the old man said.</|quote|>"Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you | or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night,"<|quote|>the old man said.</|quote|>"Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends | landau turned, the crowd accompanied it, the crisis was over. The Marabar caves had been a terrible strain on the local administration; they altered a good many lives and wrecked several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night,"<|quote|>the old man ... | a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for which reason he was instantly proceeding to his country seat. The landau tu... | he skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nur... | waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins i... | is necessary," said Hamidullah, "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old ma... | approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the ... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a sli... | The Nawab Badahur | to-night," the old man said.<|quote|>"Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gen... | district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said.<|quote|>"Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do... | accompanied it, the crisis was over. The Marabar caves had been a terrible strain on the local administration; they altered a good many lives and wrecked several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said.<|quote|>"Mr. Hamidullah, I ... | Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for which reason he was instantly proceeding to his country seat. The landau turned, the crowd accompan... | goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his... | to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afr... | "otherwise they will still think we are afraid." "Down with the Civil Surgeon . . . rescue Nureddin." "Nureddin?" "They are torturing him." "Oh, my God . . ." for this, too, was a friend. "They are not. I will not have my grandson made an excuse for an attack on the hospital," the old man protested. "They are. Callenda... | and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chi... | A Passage To India |
For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is t... | No speaker | good Panna Lal for aspirin."<|quote|>For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of eac... | had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin."<|quote|>For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world ... | keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin."<|quote|>For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, an... | several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall no... | the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a pr... | forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle." Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he started playing the buffoon, flung down his umbrella, trod through it, an... | nigger.'" "Oh, my God, my God. . . . He called him a nigger, did he?" "They put pepper instead of antiseptic on the wounds." "Mr. Mahmoud Ali, impossible; a little roughness will not hurt the boy, he needs discipline." "Pepper. Civil Surgeon said so. They hope to destroy us one by one; they shall fail." The new injury ... | forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle." Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he started playing the buffoon, flung down his umbrella, trod through it, an... | A Passage To India |
"a sort of interview," | Adela Quested | asked whether she could have<|quote|>"a sort of interview,"</|quote|>and, when he made no | rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have<|quote|>"a sort of interview,"</|quote|>and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any | Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have<|quote|>"a sort of interview,"</|... | were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Mi... | the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own ... | he skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nur... | that the rumour must be untrue. He had seen his grandson in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna L... | approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the ... | A Passage To India |
and, when he made no reply, said, | No speaker | have "a sort of interview,"<|quote|>and, when he made no reply, said,</|quote|>"Have you any explanation of | She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview,"<|quote|>and, when he made no reply, said,</|quote|>"Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he | time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview,"<|quote|>and, when he made no reply, ... | the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had... | "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a sli... | goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his... | be untrue. He had seen his grandson in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to giv... | a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not k... | A Passage To India |
"Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" | Adela Quested | he made no reply, said,<|quote|>"Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?"</|quote|>"None," he said curtly. "Why | sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said,<|quote|>"Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?"</|quote|>"None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if | had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said,<|quote|>"Have you any explanation of my e... | fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious co... | out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought ... | do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a ... | in the ward only last week. But he too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in th... | it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under he... | A Passage To India |
"None," | Cyril Fielding | explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?"<|quote|>"None,"</|quote|>he said curtly. "Why make | reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?"<|quote|>"None,"</|quote|>he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you | He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?"<|quote|>"None,"</|quote|>he said curtl... | the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to fin... | discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For th... | to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fall... | too was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, als... | nothing that could be disgraced, and he wisely decided to make the other Indians feel like kings, because it would put them into better tempers. When he found they wanted Nureddin, he skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not underst... | A Passage To India |
he said curtly. | No speaker | of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None,"<|quote|>he said curtly.</|quote|>"Why make such a charge | said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None,"<|quote|>he said curtly.</|quote|>"Why make such a charge if you were going to | had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None,"<|quote|>he said curtly.</|quote|>... | world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find so... | whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat wa... | the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen.... | was carried forward over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also be... | mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle." Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he starte... | A Passage To India |
"Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" | Cyril Fielding | behaviour?" "None," he said curtly.<|quote|>"Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?"</|quote|>"Why, indeed." "I ought to | any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly.<|quote|>"Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?"</|quote|>"Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I | he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly.<|quote|>"Why make such a charge i... | that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetche... | will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own.... | his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the... | over the new precipice. To rescue, to maltreat Major Callendar in revenge, and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz.... | argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Ju... | A Passage To India |
"Why, indeed." | Adela Quested | were going to withdraw it?"<|quote|>"Why, indeed."</|quote|>"I ought to feel grateful | such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?"<|quote|>"Why, indeed."</|quote|>"I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" | College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?"<|quote|>"Why, indeed."</|quote|>... | and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the re... | not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chand... | on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situ... | and then was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the cr... | whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat wa... | A Passage To India |
"I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" | Cyril Fielding | to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed."<|quote|>"I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but"</|quote|>"I don't expect gratitude. I | charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed."<|quote|>"I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but"</|quote|>"I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care | isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed."<|quote|>"I ought to feel grateful ... | is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the ... | out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore ... | morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation i... | was to come the turn of the civil station generally. But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash comin... | continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the ev... | A Passage To India |
"I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." | Adela Quested | to you, I suppose, but"<|quote|>"I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say."</|quote|>"Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling | "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but"<|quote|>"I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say."</|quote|>"Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think | she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but"<|quote|>"I don't expect gratitude. I only ... | eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of... | course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station... | argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Ju... | But disaster was averted, and averted by Dr. Panna Lal. Dr. Panna Lal had offered to give evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court bef... | to his country seat. The landau turned, the crowd accompanied it, the crisis was over. The Marabar caves had been a terrible strain on the local administration; they altered a good many lives and wrecked several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-nig... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, well," | Cyril Fielding | what I have to say."<|quote|>"Oh, well,"</|quote|>he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. | you might care to hear what I have to say."<|quote|>"Oh, well,"</|quote|>he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion | explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say."<|quote|>"Oh, well,"</|quote|>he grumbled, ... | of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour... | slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world... | was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further a... | evidence for the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wra... | a man. Of ignoble origin, Dr. Panna Lal possessed nothing that could be disgraced, and he wisely decided to make the other Indians feel like kings, because it would put them into better tempers. When he found they wanted Nureddin, he skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was save... | A Passage To India |
he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. | No speaker | have to say." "Oh, well,"<|quote|>he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish.</|quote|>"I don't think a discussion | care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well,"<|quote|>he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish.</|quote|>"I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To | my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well,"<|quote|>he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboy... | numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None,... | and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that w... | roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announc... | the prosecution in the hope of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. I... | the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a pr... | A Passage To India |
"I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair." | Cyril Fielding | he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish.<|quote|>"I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair."</|quote|>"Would it not interest you | have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish.<|quote|>"I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair."</|quote|>"Would it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not | said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish.<|quote|>"I don't think a discussion between... | hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a char... | thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a t... | the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up... | of pleasing the English, also because he hated Aziz. When the case broke down, he was in a very painful position. He saw the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital he should be ... | Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty,... | A Passage To India |
"Would it not interest you to hear my side?" | Adela Quested | side in this ghastly affair."<|quote|>"Would it not interest you to hear my side?"</|quote|>"Not much." "I shouldn't tell | I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair."<|quote|>"Would it not interest you to hear my side?"</|quote|>"Not much." "I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. | I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair."<|quote|>"Would it not interest you to he... | She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitud... | long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evenin... | the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for which reason he was instantly proceeding t... | the crash coming sooner than most people, slipped from the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here wa... | to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonit... | A Passage To India |
"Not much." | Cyril Fielding | you to hear my side?"<|quote|>"Not much."</|quote|>"I shouldn't tell you in | affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?"<|quote|>"Not much."</|quote|>"I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you | thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?"<|quote|>"Not much."</|quote|>"I shouldn't tel... | interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear wha... | in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and ... | Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for which reason he was instantly proceeding to his country seat. The landau turned, the crowd... | the court before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderl... | go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapo... | A Passage To India |
"I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the... | Adela Quested | hear my side?" "Not much."<|quote|>"I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwel... | it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much."<|quote|>"I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You... | might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much."<|quote|>"I shouldn't tell you in confidence, ... | when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say."... | civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the... | Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for which reason he was instantly proceeding to his country seat. The landau turned, the crowd accompanied it, t... | before Mr. Das had finished, and drove Dapple off through the bazaars, in flight from the wrath to come. In the hospital he should be safe, for Major Callendar would protect him. But the Major had not come, and now things were worse than ever, for here was a mob, entirely desirous of his blood, and the orderlies were m... | skipped like a goat, he scuttled like a hen to do their bidding, the hospital was saved, and to the end of his life he could not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nuredd... | A Passage To India |
The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. | No speaker | caves, and possibly before it."<|quote|>The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself.</|quote|>"What kind of illness?" he | since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it."<|quote|>The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself.</|quote|>"What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head | there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it."<|quote|>The remark interested him rather; it was what he had someti... | discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much." "I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day... | up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going... | good many lives and wrecked several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others wi... | rather hoisted him and let him drop back, to the satisfaction of the patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious land... | get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for whi... | A Passage To India |
"What kind of illness?" | Cyril Fielding | he had sometimes suspected himself.<|quote|>"What kind of illness?"</|quote|>he enquired. She touched her | him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself.<|quote|>"What kind of illness?"</|quote|>he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then | I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself.<|quote|>"What kind of illness?"</|quote|>he enquired... | other side in this ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much." "I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the bu... | from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose... | a continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the ... | patients. In agony he cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, ... | Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, pl... | A Passage To India |
he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. | No speaker | himself. "What kind of illness?"<|quote|>he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it.</|quote|>"That was my first thought, | what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?"<|quote|>he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it.</|quote|>"That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: | any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?"<|quote|>he enquired. She touched her head at ... | ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much." "I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my e... | the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't e... | dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. ... | cried, "Man can but die the once," and waddled across the compound to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened t... | It was the crisis of the march, and the Nawab Bahadur managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred ti... | A Passage To India |
"That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." | Cyril Fielding | the side, then shook it.<|quote|>"That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination."</|quote|>"Do you think that would | She touched her head at the side, then shook it.<|quote|>"That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination."</|quote|>"Do you think that would be so?" she asked with | my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it.<|quote|>"That was my first thought, the d... | much." "I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition... | and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to ... | "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a sli... | to meet the invasion, salaaming with one hand and holding up a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afr... | not understand why he had not obtained promotion on the morning's work. "Promptness, sir, promptness similar to you," was the argument he employed to Major Callendar when claiming it. When Nureddin emerged, his face all bandaged, there was a roar of relief as though the Bastille had fallen. It was the crisis of the mar... | A Passage To India |
"Do you think that would be so?" | Adela Quested | day of the arrest: hallucination."<|quote|>"Do you think that would be so?"</|quote|>she asked with great humility. | was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination."<|quote|>"Do you think that would be so?"</|quote|>she asked with great humility. "What should have given me | since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination."<|quote|>"Do you think th... | can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested ... | of my extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. ... | and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal... | a pale yellow umbrella in the other. "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid ... | Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiqar, for which reason he was instantly pr... | A Passage To India |
she asked with great humility. | No speaker | think that would be so?"<|quote|>she asked with great humility.</|quote|>"What should have given me | the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?"<|quote|>she asked with great humility.</|quote|>"What should have given me an hallucination?" "One of three | possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?"<|quote|>she asked with great hu... | your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had... | curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desira... | latter will require special food. The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming i... | "Oh, forgive me," he whined as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regard... | life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approached by the time Fielding and Miss Quested met and had the first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isola... | A Passage To India |
"What should have given me an hallucination?" | Adela Quested | she asked with great humility.<|quote|>"What should have given me an hallucination?"</|quote|>"One of three things certainly | think that would be so?" she asked with great humility.<|quote|>"What should have given me an hallucination?"</|quote|>"One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar," he | interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?" she asked with great humility.<|quote|>"What should have given ... | one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected him... | charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I... | The others will keep with me. We shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupe... | as he approached the victorious landau. "Oh, Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgiv... | do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watc... | A Passage To India |
"One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar," | Adela Quested | have given me an hallucination?"<|quote|>"One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar,"</|quote|>he said, getting drawn into | with great humility. "What should have given me an hallucination?"<|quote|>"One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar,"</|quote|>he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will. | had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?" she asked with great humility. "What should have given me an hallucination?"<|quote|>"One of three th... | of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he e... | it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this gha... | shall not go out to Dilkusha until the cool of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the... | Dr. Aziz, forgive the wicked lies I told." Aziz was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when i... | for which reason he was instantly proceeding to his country seat. The landau turned, the crowd accompanied it, the crisis was over. The Marabar caves had been a terrible strain on the local administration; they altered a good many lives and wrecked several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocat... | A Passage To India |
he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will. | No speaker | certainly happened in the Marabar,"<|quote|>he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will.</|quote|>"One of four things. Either | hallucination?" "One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar,"<|quote|>he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will.</|quote|>"One of four things. Either Aziz is guilty, which is | enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?" she asked with great humility. "What should have given me an hallucination?" "One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar,"<|quote|>he said, getting dr... | secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, th... | you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear ... | of the evening, of course. I do not know the feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those i... | was silent, the others thickened their throats and threw up their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it m... | managed to get the situation into hand. Embracing the young man publicly, he began a speech about Justice, Courage, Liberty, and Prudence, ranged under heads, which cooled the passion of the crowd. He further announced that he should give up his British-conferred title, and live as a private gentleman, plain Mr. Zulfiq... | A Passage To India |
"One of four things. Either Aziz is guilty, which is what your friends think; or you invented the charge out of malice, which is what my friends think; or you have had an hallucination. I'm very much inclined" | Adela Quested | a discussion against his will.<|quote|>"One of four things. Either Aziz is guilty, which is what your friends think; or you invented the charge out of malice, which is what my friends think; or you have had an hallucination. I'm very much inclined"</|quote|>getting up and striding about | he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will.<|quote|>"One of four things. Either Aziz is guilty, which is what your friends think; or you invented the charge out of malice, which is what my friends think; or you have had an hallucination. I'm very much inclined"</|quote|>getting up and striding about "now... | it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?" she asked with great humility. "What should have given me an hallucination?" "One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar," he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will.<|quote|>"One of four th... | in my ears an echo. You see, I have been unwell ever since that expedition to the caves, and possibly before it." The remark interested him rather; it was what he had sometimes suspected himself. "What kind of illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of... | thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don't think a discussion between us is desirable. To put it frankly, I belong to the other side in this ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much." "I shouldn't tell you in confiden... | feelings of other gentlemen; for my own part, I have a slight headache, and I wish I had thought to ask our good Panna Lal for aspirin." For the heat was claiming its own. Unable to madden, it stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fear... | their chins in token of scorn. "I was afraid, I was mislaid," the suppliant continued. "I was mislaid here, there, and everywhere as regards your character. Oh, forgive the poor old hakim who gave you milk when ill! Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bott... | first of their numerous curious conversations. He had hoped, when he woke up, to find someone had fetched her away, but the College remained isolated from the rest of the universe. She asked whether she could have "a sort of interview," and, when he made no reply, said, "Have you any explanation of my extraordinary beh... | A Passage To India |
getting up and striding about | No speaker | hallucination. I'm very much inclined"<|quote|>getting up and striding about</|quote|>"now that you tell me | or you have had an hallucination. I'm very much inclined"<|quote|>getting up and striding about</|quote|>"now that you tell me that you felt unwell before | the Marabar," he said, getting drawn into a discussion against his will. "One of four things. Either Aziz is guilty, which is what your friends think; or you invented the charge out of malice, which is what my friends think; or you have had an hallucination. I'm very much inclined"<|quote|>getting up and striding about... | illness?" he enquired. She touched her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?" she asked with great humility. "What should have given me an hallucination?" "One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar," he said, getti... | this ghastly affair." "Would it not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much." "I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in... | stupefied, and before long most of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternit... | Oh, Nawab Bahadur, whoever merciful, is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle." Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he started playing the buffoon, flung down his umbrella, trod through it, and struck himself upon the nose. He knew what he was doi... | extraordinary behaviour?" "None," he said curtly. "Why make such a charge if you were going to withdraw it?" "Why, indeed." "I ought to feel grateful to you, I suppose, but" "I don't expect gratitude. I only thought you might care to hear what I have to say." "Oh, well," he grumbled, feeling rather schoolboyish. "I don... | A Passage To India |
"now that you tell me that you felt unwell before the expedition it's an important piece of evidence I believe that you yourself broke the strap of the field-glasses; you were alone in that cave the whole time." | Adela Quested | getting up and striding about<|quote|>"now that you tell me that you felt unwell before the expedition it's an important piece of evidence I believe that you yourself broke the strap of the field-glasses; you were alone in that cave the whole time."</|quote|>"Perhaps. . . ." "Can | hallucination. I'm very much inclined" getting up and striding about<|quote|>"now that you tell me that you felt unwell before the expedition it's an important piece of evidence I believe that you yourself broke the strap of the field-glasses; you were alone in that cave the whole time."</|quote|>"Perhaps. . . ." "Can ... | drawn into a discussion against his will. "One of four things. Either Aziz is guilty, which is what your friends think; or you invented the charge out of malice, which is what my friends think; or you have had an hallucination. I'm very much inclined" getting up and striding about<|quote|>"now that you tell me that you... | her head at the side, then shook it. "That was my first thought, the day of the arrest: hallucination." "Do you think that would be so?" she asked with great humility. "What should have given me an hallucination?" "One of three things certainly happened in the Marabar," he said, getting drawn into a discussion against ... | not interest you to hear my side?" "Not much." "I shouldn't tell you in confidence, of course. So you can hand on all my remarks to your side, for there is one great mercy that has come out of all to-day's misery: I have no longer any secrets. My echo has gone I call the buzzing sound in my ears an echo. You see, I hav... | of the Chandrapore combatants were asleep. Those in the civil station kept watch a little, fearing an attack, but presently they too entered the world of dreams that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity. CHAPTER XXVI Evening approach... | is it my poor little dispensary you require? Take every cursed bottle." Agitated, but alert, he saw them smile at his indifferent English, and suddenly he started playing the buffoon, flung down his umbrella, trod through it, and struck himself upon the nose. He knew what he was doing, and so did they. There was nothin... | local administration; they altered a good many lives and wrecked several careers, but they did not break up a continent or even dislocate a district. "We will have rejoicings to-night," the old man said. "Mr. Hamidullah, I depute you to bring out our friends Fielding and Amritrao, and to discover whether the latter wil... | A Passage To India |
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