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"Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?" | Cyril Fielding | intimate, but nothing clicked tight.<|quote|>"Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?"</|quote|>"When you called me a | fashion. They were affectionate and intimate, but nothing clicked tight.<|quote|>"Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?"</|quote|>"When you called me a little rotter?" "Yes, to my | bicycle. But I am seen too often in your carriage. I am thought to take advantage of your generosity by Mr. Ram Chand." He was out of sorts and uneasy. The conversation jumped from topic to topic in a broken-backed fashion. They were affectionate and intimate, but nothing clicked tight.<|quote|>"Aziz, you have forgiven... | I am going to have cholera. With your permission, I'll leave early." "When would you like the carriage?" "Don't trouble I'll bike." "But you haven't got your bicycle. My carriage fetched you let it take you away." "Sound reasoning," he said, trying to be gay. "I have not got my bicycle. But I am seen too often in your ... | his hand, and felt it epitomized his problem. For an instant he recalled his wife, and, as happens when a memory is intense, the past became the future, and he saw her with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be s... | the innocuous subject. "You people are sadly circumstanced. Whatever are you to write about? You cannot say," The rose is faded,' "for evermore. We know it's faded. Yet you can't have patriotic poetry of the India, my India' type, when it's nobody's India." "I like this conversation. It may lead to something interestin... | is no good," he thought, as he returned past the mosque, "we all build upon sand; and the more modern the country gets, the worse'll be the crash. In the old eighteenth century, when cruelty and injustice raged, an invisible power repaired their ravages. Everything echoes now; there's no stopping the echo. The original... | be." "Why, when you yourself are an atheist?" "There is something in religion that may not be true, but has not yet been sung." "Explain in detail." "Something that the Hindus have perhaps found." "Let them sing it." "Hindus are unable to sing." "Cyril, you sometimes make a sensible remark. That will do for poetry for ... | A Passage To India |
"When you called me a little rotter?" | Dr. Aziz | remark I made this morning?"<|quote|>"When you called me a little rotter?"</|quote|>"Yes, to my eternal confusion. | have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?"<|quote|>"When you called me a little rotter?"</|quote|>"Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I | thought to take advantage of your generosity by Mr. Ram Chand." He was out of sorts and uneasy. The conversation jumped from topic to topic in a broken-backed fashion. They were affectionate and intimate, but nothing clicked tight. "Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?"<|quote|>"When you ca... | "When would you like the carriage?" "Don't trouble I'll bike." "But you haven't got your bicycle. My carriage fetched you let it take you away." "Sound reasoning," he said, trying to be gay. "I have not got my bicycle. But I am seen too often in your carriage. I am thought to take advantage of your generosity by Mr. Ra... | recalled his wife, and, as happens when a memory is intense, the past became the future, and he saw her with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artist... | write about? You cannot say," The rose is faded,' "for evermore. We know it's faded. Yet you can't have patriotic poetry of the India, my India' type, when it's nobody's India." "I like this conversation. It may lead to something interesting." "You are quite right in thinking that poetry must touch life. When I knew yo... | all build upon sand; and the more modern the country gets, the worse'll be the crash. In the old eighteenth century, when cruelty and injustice raged, an invisible power repaired their ravages. Everything echoes now; there's no stopping the echo. The original sound may be harmless, but the echo is always evil." This re... | they ate their dinner, then went out to sit in the Mogul garden-house. "I am only going for a little time. On official business. My service is anxious to get me away from Chandrapore for a bit. It is obliged to value me highly, but does not care for me. The situation is somewhat humorous." "What is the nature of the bu... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you." | Cyril Fielding | called me a little rotter?"<|quote|>"Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you."</|quote|>"That is nothing, of course, | made this morning?" "When you called me a little rotter?"<|quote|>"Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you."</|quote|>"That is nothing, of course, we all of us make | by Mr. Ram Chand." He was out of sorts and uneasy. The conversation jumped from topic to topic in a broken-backed fashion. They were affectionate and intimate, but nothing clicked tight. "Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?" "When you called me a little rotter?"<|quote|>"Yes, to my eternal... | trouble I'll bike." "But you haven't got your bicycle. My carriage fetched you let it take you away." "Sound reasoning," he said, trying to be gay. "I have not got my bicycle. But I am seen too often in your carriage. I am thought to take advantage of your generosity by Mr. Ram Chand." He was out of sorts and uneasy. T... | a memory is intense, the past became the future, and he saw her with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of Londo... | is faded,' "for evermore. We know it's faded. Yet you can't have patriotic poetry of the India, my India' type, when it's nobody's India." "I like this conversation. It may lead to something interesting." "You are quite right in thinking that poetry must touch life. When I knew you first, you used it as an incantation.... | modern the country gets, the worse'll be the crash. In the old eighteenth century, when cruelty and injustice raged, an invisible power repaired their ravages. Everything echoes now; there's no stopping the echo. The original sound may be harmless, but the echo is always evil." This reflection about an echo lay at the ... | the Mutiny. I might equal him if there was another mutiny. As it is, I am a doctor, who has won a case and has three children to support, and whose chief subject of conversation is official plans." "Let us talk about poetry." He turned his mind to the innocuous subject. "You people are sadly circumstanced. Whatever are... | A Passage To India |
"That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence." | Dr. Aziz | fond I am of you."<|quote|>"That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence."</|quote|>But as he drove off, | eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you."<|quote|>"That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence."</|quote|>But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull | jumped from topic to topic in a broken-backed fashion. They were affectionate and intimate, but nothing clicked tight. "Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?" "When you called me a little rotter?" "Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you."<|quote|>"That is nothing, of cou... | let it take you away." "Sound reasoning," he said, trying to be gay. "I have not got my bicycle. But I am seen too often in your carriage. I am thought to take advantage of your generosity by Mr. Ram Chand." He was out of sorts and uneasy. The conversation jumped from topic to topic in a broken-backed fashion. They wer... | with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of London" "And there she lives in comfort: you will enjoy seeing her. .... | poetry of the India, my India' type, when it's nobody's India." "I like this conversation. It may lead to something interesting." "You are quite right in thinking that poetry must touch life. When I knew you first, you used it as an incantation." "I was a child when you knew me first. Everyone was my friend then. The F... | century, when cruelty and injustice raged, an invisible power repaired their ravages. Everything echoes now; there's no stopping the echo. The original sound may be harmless, but the echo is always evil." This reflection about an echo lay at the verge of Fielding's mind. He could never develop it. It belonged to the un... | you would be." "Why, when you yourself are an atheist?" "There is something in religion that may not be true, but has not yet been sung." "Explain in detail." "Something that the Hindus have perhaps found." "Let them sing it." "Hindus are unable to sing." "Cyril, you sometimes make a sensible remark. That will do for p... | A Passage To India |
But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull pain of body or mind, waiting to rise to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies ha... | No speaker | slips are of no consequence."<|quote|>But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull pain of body or mind, waiting to rise to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massag... | such as ours a few slips are of no consequence."<|quote|>But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull pain of body or mind, waiting to rise to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed... | stupid remark I made this morning?" "When you called me a little rotter?" "Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you." "That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence."<|quote|>But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull p... | often in your carriage. I am thought to take advantage of your generosity by Mr. Ram Chand." He was out of sorts and uneasy. The conversation jumped from topic to topic in a broken-backed fashion. They were affectionate and intimate, but nothing clicked tight. "Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this m... | have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of London" "And there she lives in comfort: you will enjoy seeing her. . . . Dear me, I've got a headache this evening. Perhaps I am going to have cholera. With your permission, I'll leave early." "Whe... | right in thinking that poetry must touch life. When I knew you first, you used it as an incantation." "I was a child when you knew me first. Everyone was my friend then. The Friend: a Persian expression for God. But I do not want to be a religious poet either." "I hoped you would be." "Why, when you yourself are an ath... | be harmless, but the echo is always evil." This reflection about an echo lay at the verge of Fielding's mind. He could never develop it. It belonged to the universe that he had missed or rejected. And the mosque missed it too. Like himself, those shallow arcades provided but a limited asylum. "There is no God but God" ... | state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of London" "And there she lives in comfort: you will enjoy seeing her. . . . Dear me, I've got a headache this e... | A Passage To India |
for he had muttered. | No speaker | England for that purpose. "Huzoor?"<|quote|>for he had muttered.</|quote|>"Look at those flies on | money, and of going to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?"<|quote|>for he had muttered.</|quote|>"Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you | the police had forced it open; everything in Chandrapore was used up, including the air. The trouble rose to the surface now: he was suspicious; he suspected his friend of intending to marry Miss Quested for the sake of her money, and of going to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?"<|quote|>for he had muttered.</|quote|... | tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a good deal; the table drawer was scarred where the police had forced it open; eve... | clicked tight. "Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?" "When you called me a little rotter?" "Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you." "That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence." But as he drov... | conversation in his hand, and felt it epitomized his problem. For an instant he recalled his wife, and, as happens when a memory is intense, the past became the future, and he saw her with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have ti... | I am going quite soon to England." "I thought you might end in England," he said very quietly, then changed the conversation. Rather awkwardly they ate their dinner, then went out to sit in the Mogul garden-house. "I am only going for a little time. On official business. My service is anxious to get me away from Chandr... | to something interesting." "You are quite right in thinking that poetry must touch life. When I knew you first, you used it as an incantation." "I was a child when you knew me first. Everyone was my friend then. The Friend: a Persian expression for God. But I do not want to be a religious poet either." "I hoped you wou... | A Passage To India |
"Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?" | Dr. Aziz | "Huzoor?" for he had muttered.<|quote|>"Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?"</|quote|>"Huzoor, they return." "Like all | to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?" for he had muttered.<|quote|>"Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?"</|quote|>"Huzoor, they return." "Like all evil things." To divert the | it open; everything in Chandrapore was used up, including the air. The trouble rose to the surface now: he was suspicious; he suspected his friend of intending to marry Miss Quested for the sake of her money, and of going to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?" for he had muttered.<|quote|>"Look at those flies on the ce... | gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a good deal; the table drawer was scarred where the police had forced it open; everything in Chandra... | have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?" "When you called me a little rotter?" "Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you." "That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence." But as he drove off, something depressed... | and felt it epitomized his problem. For an instant he recalled his wife, and, as happens when a memory is intense, the past became the future, and he saw her with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange see... | soon to England." "I thought you might end in England," he said very quietly, then changed the conversation. Rather awkwardly they ate their dinner, then went out to sit in the Mogul garden-house. "I am only going for a little time. On official business. My service is anxious to get me away from Chandrapore for a bit. ... | tight. "Aziz, you have forgiven me the stupid remark I made this morning?" "When you called me a little rotter?" "Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you." "That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence." But as he drove off, s... | A Passage To India |
"Like all evil things." | Dr. Aziz | drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return."<|quote|>"Like all evil things."</|quote|>To divert the conversation, Hassan | ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return."<|quote|>"Like all evil things."</|quote|>To divert the conversation, Hassan related how the kitchen-boy had | surface now: he was suspicious; he suspected his friend of intending to marry Miss Quested for the sake of her money, and of going to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?" for he had muttered. "Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return."<|quote|>"Like all evil things."</|quo... | an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a good deal; the table drawer was scarred where the police had forced it open; everything in Chandrapore was used up, including the air. The trouble rose to the surface now: he was suspicious; he sus... | rotter?" "Yes, to my eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you." "That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence." But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull pain of body or mind, waiting to rise to the surface. When he reached the ... | when a memory is intense, the past became the future, and he saw her with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of ... | the conversation. Rather awkwardly they ate their dinner, then went out to sit in the Mogul garden-house. "I am only going for a little time. On official business. My service is anxious to get me away from Chandrapore for a bit. It is obliged to value me highly, but does not care for me. The situation is somewhat humor... | he said, trying to be gay. "I have not got my bicycle. But I am seen too often in your carriage. I am thought to take advantage of your generosity by Mr. Ram Chand." He was out of sorts and uneasy. The conversation jumped from topic to topic in a broken-backed fashion. They were affectionate and intimate, but nothing c... | A Passage To India |
To divert the conversation, Hassan related how the kitchen-boy had killed a snake, good, but killed it by cutting it in two, bad, because it becomes two snakes. | No speaker | return." "Like all evil things."<|quote|>To divert the conversation, Hassan related how the kitchen-boy had killed a snake, good, but killed it by cutting it in two, bad, because it becomes two snakes.</|quote|>"When he breaks a plate, | not drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return." "Like all evil things."<|quote|>To divert the conversation, Hassan related how the kitchen-boy had killed a snake, good, but killed it by cutting it in two, bad, because it becomes two snakes.</|quote|>"When he breaks a plate, does it become two plates?" | suspicious; he suspected his friend of intending to marry Miss Quested for the sake of her money, and of going to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?" for he had muttered. "Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return." "Like all evil things."<|quote|>To divert the conversatio... | stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a good deal; the table drawer was scarred where the police had forced it open; everything in Chandrapore was used up, including the air. The trouble rose to the surface now: he was suspicious; he suspected his friend of... | eternal confusion. You know how fond I am of you." "That is nothing, of course, we all of us make mistakes. In a friendship such as ours a few slips are of no consequence." But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull pain of body or mind, waiting to rise to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to... | intense, the past became the future, and he saw her with him in a quiet Hindu jungle native state, far away from foreigners. He said: "I suppose you will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of London" "And ther... | they ate their dinner, then went out to sit in the Mogul garden-house. "I am only going for a little time. On official business. My service is anxious to get me away from Chandrapore for a bit. It is obliged to value me highly, but does not care for me. The situation is somewhat humorous." "What is the nature of the bu... | her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of London" "And there she lives in comfort: you will enjoy seeing her. . . . Dear me, I've got a headache this evening. Perhaps I am going to have cholera. With your permission, I'll leave early." "When would you like the carriage?" "Don'... | A Passage To India |
"When he breaks a plate, does it become two plates?" | Dr. Aziz | because it becomes two snakes.<|quote|>"When he breaks a plate, does it become two plates?"</|quote|>"Glasses and a new teapot | cutting it in two, bad, because it becomes two snakes.<|quote|>"When he breaks a plate, does it become two plates?"</|quote|>"Glasses and a new teapot will similarly be required, also | had muttered. "Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return." "Like all evil things." To divert the conversation, Hassan related how the kitchen-boy had killed a snake, good, but killed it by cutting it in two, bad, because it becomes two snakes.<|quote|>"When he breaks a pla... | had forced it open; everything in Chandrapore was used up, including the air. The trouble rose to the surface now: he was suspicious; he suspected his friend of intending to marry Miss Quested for the sake of her money, and of going to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?" for he had muttered. "Look at those flies on the... | few slips are of no consequence." But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull pain of body or mind, waiting to rise to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged h... | will visit Miss Quested." "If I have time. It will be strange seeing her in Hampstead." "What is Hampstead?" "An artistic and thoughtful little suburb of London" "And there she lives in comfort: you will enjoy seeing her. . . . Dear me, I've got a headache this evening. Perhaps I am going to have cholera. With your per... | to get me away from Chandrapore for a bit. It is obliged to value me highly, but does not care for me. The situation is somewhat humorous." "What is the nature of the business? Will it leave you much spare time?" "Enough to see my friends." "I expected you to make such a reply. You are a faithful friend. Shall we now t... | make a sensible remark. That will do for poetry for the present. Let us now return to your English visit." "We haven't discussed poetry for two seconds," said the other, smiling. But Aziz was addicted to cameos. He held the tiny conversation in his hand, and felt it epitomized his problem. For an instant he recalled hi... | A Passage To India |
Aziz sighed. Each for himself. One man needs a coat, another a rich wife; each approaches his goal by a clever detour. Fielding had saved the girl a fine of twenty thousand rupees, and now followed her to England. If he desired to marry her, all was explained; she would bring him a larger dowry. Aziz did not believe hi... | No speaker | also for myself a coat."<|quote|>Aziz sighed. Each for himself. One man needs a coat, another a rich wife; each approaches his goal by a clever detour. Fielding had saved the girl a fine of twenty thousand rupees, and now followed her to England. If he desired to marry her, all was explained; she would bring him a larg... | teapot will similarly be required, also for myself a coat."<|quote|>Aziz sighed. Each for himself. One man needs a coat, another a rich wife; each approaches his goal by a clever detour. Fielding had saved the girl a fine of twenty thousand rupees, and now followed her to England. If he desired to marry her, all was ex... | the conversation, Hassan related how the kitchen-boy had killed a snake, good, but killed it by cutting it in two, bad, because it becomes two snakes. "When he breaks a plate, does it become two plates?" "Glasses and a new teapot will similarly be required, also for myself a coat."<|quote|>Aziz sighed. Each for himself... | suspected his friend of intending to marry Miss Quested for the sake of her money, and of going to England for that purpose. "Huzoor?" for he had muttered. "Look at those flies on the ceiling. Why have you not drowned them?" "Huzoor, they return." "Like all evil things." To divert the conversation, Hassan related how t... | to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed ... | suburb of London" "And there she lives in comfort: you will enjoy seeing her. . . . Dear me, I've got a headache this evening. Perhaps I am going to have cholera. With your permission, I'll leave early." "When would you like the carriage?" "Don't trouble I'll bike." "But you haven't got your bicycle. My carriage fetche... | is somewhat humorous." "What is the nature of the business? Will it leave you much spare time?" "Enough to see my friends." "I expected you to make such a reply. You are a faithful friend. Shall we now talk about something else?" "Willingly. What subject?" "Poetry," he said, with tears in his eyes. "Let us discuss why ... | consequence." But as he drove off, something depressed him a dull pain of body or mind, waiting to rise to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. Th... | A Passage To India |
"Certainly of late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness," | Hamidullah | treachery was afoot. Hamidullah murmured,<|quote|>"Certainly of late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness,"</|quote|>and warned Aziz "not to | Mahmoud Ali soon declared that treachery was afoot. Hamidullah murmured,<|quote|>"Certainly of late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness,"</|quote|>and warned Aziz "not to expect too much he and | of Chandrapore heaven and earth both looking like toffee the Indian's bad fancies were confirmed. His friends encouraged them, for though they had liked the Principal, they felt uneasy at his getting to know so much about their private affairs. Mahmoud Ali soon declared that treachery was afoot. Hamidullah murmured,<|q... | his friend sailed: "But I must take my poor little holiday while I can. All must be economy henceforward, all hopes of Kashmir have vanished for ever and ever. When you return I shall be slaving far away in some new post." And Fielding went, and in the last gutterings of Chandrapore heaven and earth both looking like t... | rather you thought anything else of me. If I live impeccably now, it is only because I am well on the forties a period of revision. In the eighties I shall revise again. And before the nineties come I shall be revised! But, alive or dead, I am absolutely devoid of morals. Do kindly grasp this about me." Aziz did not ca... | . . . No; impossible. Cyril hadn't been on the Kawa Dol at all. Impossible. Ridiculous. Yet the fancy left him trembling with misery. Such treachery if true would have been the worst in Indian history; nothing so vile, not even the murder of Afzul Khan by Sivaji. He was shaken, as though by a truth, and told Hassan to ... | rise to the surface. When he reached the bungalow he wanted to return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Moha... | was shaken, as though by a truth, and told Hassan to leave him. Next day he decided to take his children back to Mussoorie. They had come down for the trial, that he might bid them farewell, and had stayed on at Hamidullah's for the rejoicings. Major Roberts would give him leave, and during his absence Fielding would g... | A Passage To India |
and warned Aziz | No speaker | us with his former frankness,"<|quote|>and warned Aziz</|quote|>"not to expect too much | late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness,"<|quote|>and warned Aziz</|quote|>"not to expect too much he and she are, after | fancies were confirmed. His friends encouraged them, for though they had liked the Principal, they felt uneasy at his getting to know so much about their private affairs. Mahmoud Ali soon declared that treachery was afoot. Hamidullah murmured, "Certainly of late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness,"<|qu... | I can. All must be economy henceforward, all hopes of Kashmir have vanished for ever and ever. When you return I shall be slaving far away in some new post." And Fielding went, and in the last gutterings of Chandrapore heaven and earth both looking like toffee the Indian's bad fancies were confirmed. His friends encour... | it is only because I am well on the forties a period of revision. In the eighties I shall revise again. And before the nineties come I shall be revised! But, alive or dead, I am absolutely devoid of morals. Do kindly grasp this about me." Aziz did not care for the letter at all. It hurt his delicacy. He liked confidenc... | at all. Impossible. Ridiculous. Yet the fancy left him trembling with misery. Such treachery if true would have been the worst in Indian history; nothing so vile, not even the murder of Afzul Khan by Sivaji. He was shaken, as though by a truth, and told Hassan to leave him. Next day he decided to take his children back... | return and say something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a go... | at all. Impossible. Ridiculous. Yet the fancy left him trembling with misery. Such treachery if true would have been the worst in Indian history; nothing so vile, not even the murder of Afzul Khan by Sivaji. He was shaken, as though by a truth, and told Hassan to leave him. Next day he decided to take his children back... | A Passage To India |
"not to expect too much he and she are, after all, both members of another race." | Hamidullah | former frankness," and warned Aziz<|quote|>"not to expect too much he and she are, after all, both members of another race."</|quote|>"Where are my twenty thousand | longer addressed us with his former frankness," and warned Aziz<|quote|>"not to expect too much he and she are, after all, both members of another race."</|quote|>"Where are my twenty thousand rupees?" he thought. He was | His friends encouraged them, for though they had liked the Principal, they felt uneasy at his getting to know so much about their private affairs. Mahmoud Ali soon declared that treachery was afoot. Hamidullah murmured, "Certainly of late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness," and warned Aziz<|quote|>"no... | must be economy henceforward, all hopes of Kashmir have vanished for ever and ever. When you return I shall be slaving far away in some new post." And Fielding went, and in the last gutterings of Chandrapore heaven and earth both looking like toffee the Indian's bad fancies were confirmed. His friends encouraged them, ... | because I am well on the forties a period of revision. In the eighties I shall revise again. And before the nineties come I shall be revised! But, alive or dead, I am absolutely devoid of morals. Do kindly grasp this about me." Aziz did not care for the letter at all. It hurt his delicacy. He liked confidences, however... | Ridiculous. Yet the fancy left him trembling with misery. Such treachery if true would have been the worst in Indian history; nothing so vile, not even the murder of Afzul Khan by Sivaji. He was shaken, as though by a truth, and told Hassan to leave him. Next day he decided to take his children back to Mussoorie. They ... | something very affectionate; instead, he gave the sais a heavy tip, and sat down gloomily on the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a good deal; the ta... | Perhaps it was Cyril who followed her into the cave. . . . No; impossible. Cyril hadn't been on the Kawa Dol at all. Impossible. Ridiculous. Yet the fancy left him trembling with misery. Such treachery if true would have been the worst in Indian history; nothing so vile, not even the murder of Afzul Khan by Sivaji. He ... | A Passage To India |
"Where are my twenty thousand rupees?" | Hamidullah | both members of another race."<|quote|>"Where are my twenty thousand rupees?"</|quote|>he thought. He was absolutely | and she are, after all, both members of another race."<|quote|>"Where are my twenty thousand rupees?"</|quote|>he thought. He was absolutely indifferent to money not merely | getting to know so much about their private affairs. Mahmoud Ali soon declared that treachery was afoot. Hamidullah murmured, "Certainly of late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness," and warned Aziz "not to expect too much he and she are, after all, both members of another race."<|quote|>"Where are my t... | return I shall be slaving far away in some new post." And Fielding went, and in the last gutterings of Chandrapore heaven and earth both looking like toffee the Indian's bad fancies were confirmed. His friends encouraged them, for though they had liked the Principal, they felt uneasy at his getting to know so much abou... | revise again. And before the nineties come I shall be revised! But, alive or dead, I am absolutely devoid of morals. Do kindly grasp this about me." Aziz did not care for the letter at all. It hurt his delicacy. He liked confidences, however gross, but generalizations and comparisons always repelled him. Life is not a ... | the worst in Indian history; nothing so vile, not even the murder of Afzul Khan by Sivaji. He was shaken, as though by a truth, and told Hassan to leave him. Next day he decided to take his children back to Mussoorie. They had come down for the trial, that he might bid them farewell, and had stayed on at Hamidullah's f... | the bed, and Hassan massaged him incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a good deal; the table drawer was scarred where the police had forced it open; everything in Chandrapore was use... | sources, and need never intermingle. Suspicion in the Oriental is a sort of malignant tumour, a mental malady, that makes him self-conscious and unfriendly suddenly; he trusts and mistrusts at the same time in a way the Westerner cannot comprehend. It is his demon, as the Westerner's is hypocrisy. Aziz was seized by it... | A Passage To India |
he thought. He was absolutely indifferent to money not merely generous with it, but promptly paying his debts when he could remember to do so yet these rupees haunted his mind, because he had been tricked about them, and allowed them to escape overseas, like so much of the wealth of India. Cyril would marry Miss Queste... | No speaker | are my twenty thousand rupees?"<|quote|>he thought. He was absolutely indifferent to money not merely generous with it, but promptly paying his debts when he could remember to do so yet these rupees haunted his mind, because he had been tricked about them, and allowed them to escape overseas, like so much of the wealth... | members of another race." "Where are my twenty thousand rupees?"<|quote|>he thought. He was absolutely indifferent to money not merely generous with it, but promptly paying his debts when he could remember to do so yet these rupees haunted his mind, because he had been tricked about them, and allowed them to escape ove... | their private affairs. Mahmoud Ali soon declared that treachery was afoot. Hamidullah murmured, "Certainly of late he no longer addressed us with his former frankness," and warned Aziz "not to expect too much he and she are, after all, both members of another race." "Where are my twenty thousand rupees?"<|quote|>he tho... | away in some new post." And Fielding went, and in the last gutterings of Chandrapore heaven and earth both looking like toffee the Indian's bad fancies were confirmed. His friends encouraged them, for though they had liked the Principal, they felt uneasy at his getting to know so much about their private affairs. Mahmo... | come I shall be revised! But, alive or dead, I am absolutely devoid of morals. Do kindly grasp this about me." Aziz did not care for the letter at all. It hurt his delicacy. He liked confidences, however gross, but generalizations and comparisons always repelled him. Life is not a scientific manual. He replied coldly, ... | so vile, not even the murder of Afzul Khan by Sivaji. He was shaken, as though by a truth, and told Hassan to leave him. Next day he decided to take his children back to Mussoorie. They had come down for the trial, that he might bid them farewell, and had stayed on at Hamidullah's for the rejoicings. Major Roberts woul... | incompetently. The eye-flies had colonized the top of an almeira; the red stains on the durry were thicker, for Mohammed Latif had slept here during his imprisonment and spat a good deal; the table drawer was scarred where the police had forced it open; everything in Chandrapore was used up, including the air. The trou... | soon as affection is involved. Unable to jog forward in the serene hope that all would come right, he wrote an elaborate letter in the rather modern style: "It is on my mind that you think me a prude about women. I had rather you thought anything else of me. If I live impeccably now, it is only because I am well on the... | A Passage To India |
This corridor in the palace at Mau opened through other corridors into a courtyard. It was of beautiful hard white stucco, but its pillars and vaulting could scarcely be seen behind coloured rags, iridescent balls, chandeliers of opaque pink glass, and murky photographs framed crookedly. At the end was the small but fa... | No speaker | everybody. Tukaram. . . ."<|quote|>This corridor in the palace at Mau opened through other corridors into a courtyard. It was of beautiful hard white stucco, but its pillars and vaulting could scarcely be seen behind coloured rags, iridescent balls, chandeliers of opaque pink glass, and murky photographs framed crooked... | my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram. . . ."<|quote|>This corridor in the palace at Mau opened through other corridors into a courtyard. It was of beautiful hard white stucco, but its pillars and vaulting could scarcely be seen behind coloured rags, iridescent balls, chandeliers of opaque pink glass, and murky p... | of the same strip of carpet. "Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram. . . ."<|quote|>This corridor ... | is not born yet that will occur at midnight but He has also been born centuries ago, nor can He ever be born, because He is the Lord of the Universe, who transcends human processes. He is, was not, is not, was. He and Professor Godbole stood at opposite ends of the same strip of carpet. "Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my f... | Mediterranean is the human norm. When men leave that exquisite lake, whether through the Bosphorus or the Pillars of Hercules, they approach the monstrous and extraordinary; and the southern exit leads to the strangest experience of all. Turning his back on it yet again, he took the train northward, and tender romantic... | in the right place, whereas in poor India everything was placed wrong. He had forgotten the beauty of form among idol temples and lumpy hills; indeed, without form, how can there be beauty? Form stammered here and there in a mosque, became rigid through nervousness even, but oh these Italian churches! San Giorgio stand... | nineties come I shall be revised! But, alive or dead, I am absolutely devoid of morals. Do kindly grasp this about me." Aziz did not care for the letter at all. It hurt his delicacy. He liked confidences, however gross, but generalizations and comparisons always repelled him. Life is not a scientific manual. He replied... | San Giorgio standing on the island which could scarcely have risen from the waves without it, the Salute holding the entrance of a canal which, but for it, would not be the Grand Canal! In the old undergraduate days he had wrapped himself up in the many-coloured blanket of St. Mark's, but something more precious than m... | A Passage To India |
They sang not even to the God who confronted them, but to a saint; they did not one thing which the non-Hindu would feel dramatically correct; this approaching triumph of India was a muddle (as we call it), a frustration of reason and form. Where was the God Himself, in whose honour the congregation had gathered? Indis... | No speaker | Tukaram, Tukaram. . . ."<|quote|>They sang not even to the God who confronted them, but to a saint; they did not one thing which the non-Hindu would feel dramatically correct; this approaching triumph of India was a muddle (as we call it), a frustration of reason and form. Where was the God Himself, in whose honour the... | father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram. . . ."<|quote|>They sang not even to the God who confronted them, but to a saint; they did not one thing which the non-Hindu would feel dramatically correct; this approaching triumph of India was a muddle (as we call it), a frustration of reason and form. Where was the... | sideways down his nose. He and the six colleagues who supported him clashed their cymbals, hit small drums, droned upon a portable harmonium, and sang: "Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram. . . ."<|quote|>They san... | previous group of singers dispersed into the crowd, he pressed forward from the back, already in full voice, that the chain of sacred sounds might be uninterrupted. He was barefoot and in white, he wore a pale blue turban; his gold pince-nez had caught in a jasmine garland, and lay sideways down his nose. He and the si... | into their faces, a beauty in which there was nothing personal, for it caused them all to resemble one another during the moment of its indwelling, and only when it was withdrawn did they revert to individual clods. And so with the music. Music there was, but from so many sources that the sum-total was untrammelled. Th... | everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram. . . ." This corridor in the palace at Mau opened through other corridors into a courtyard. It was of beautiful hard white stucco, but its pillars and vaulting could scarcely be seen behind coloured rags, iridescent balls, chandeliers of ... | The buildings of Venice, like the mountains of Crete and the fields of Egypt, stood in the right place, whereas in poor India everything was placed wrong. He had forgotten the beauty of form among idol temples and lumpy hills; indeed, without form, how can there be beauty? Form stammered here and there in a mosque, bec... | and Professor Godbole stood at opposite ends of the same strip of carpet. "Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and everybody. Tukaram, Tukaram, Thou art my father and mother and ever... | A Passage To India |
continued the choir, reinforced by a squabble behind the purdah curtain, where two mothers tried to push their children at the same moment to the front. A little girl's leg shot out like an eel. In the courtyard, drenched by the rain, the small Europeanized band stumbled off into a waltz. "Nights of Gladness" they were... | No speaker | "Tukaram, Tukaram . . .,"<|quote|>continued the choir, reinforced by a squabble behind the purdah curtain, where two mothers tried to push their children at the same moment to the front. A little girl's leg shot out like an eel. In the courtyard, drenched by the rain, the small Europeanized band stumbled off into a wal... | the first message of India? "Tukaram, Tukaram . . .,"<|quote|>continued the choir, reinforced by a squabble behind the purdah curtain, where two mothers tried to push their children at the same moment to the front. A little girl's leg shot out like an eel. In the courtyard, drenched by the rain, the small Europeanized ... | read, or had twitched their drawing-pins out of the stucco, and one of them (composed in English to indicate His universality) consisted, by an unfortunate slip of the draughtsman, of the words, "God si Love." God si Love. Is this the first message of India? "Tukaram, Tukaram . . .,"<|quote|>continued the choir, reinfo... | (worked by an engine whose thumps destroyed the rhythm of the hymn). Yet His face could not be seen. Hundreds of His silver dishes were piled around Him with the minimum of effect. The inscriptions which the poets of the State had composed were hung where they could not be read, or had twitched their drawing-pins out o... | to a saint; they did not one thing which the non-Hindu would feel dramatically correct; this approaching triumph of India was a muddle (as we call it), a frustration of reason and form. Where was the God Himself, in whose honour the congregation had gathered? Indistinguishable in the jumble of His own altar, huddled ou... | for it caused them all to resemble one another during the moment of its indwelling, and only when it was withdrawn did they revert to individual clods. And so with the music. Music there was, but from so many sources that the sum-total was untrammelled. The braying banging crooning melted into a single mass which trail... | the Mediterranean harmony. The Mediterranean is the human norm. When men leave that exquisite lake, whether through the Bosphorus or the Pillars of Hercules, they approach the monstrous and extraordinary; and the southern exit leads to the strangest experience of all. Turning his back on it yet again, he took the train... | braying banging crooning melted into a single mass which trailed round the palace before joining the thunder. Rain fell at intervals throughout the night. It was the turn of Professor Godbole's choir. As Minister of Education, he gained this special honour. When the previous group of singers dispersed into the crowd, h... | A Passage To India |
and tumbled it into the cradle. Tears poured from his eyes, because he had seen the Lord's salvation. He was too weak to exhibit the silk baby to his people, his privilege in former years. His attendants lifted him up, a new path was cleared through the crowd, and he was carried away to a less sacred part of the palace... | No speaker | name this child Shri Krishna,"<|quote|>and tumbled it into the cradle. Tears poured from his eyes, because he had seen the Lord's salvation. He was too weak to exhibit the silk baby to his people, his privilege in former years. His attendants lifted him up, a new path was cleared through the crowd, and he was carried a... | a great effort, said, "I name this child Shri Krishna,"<|quote|>and tumbled it into the cradle. Tears poured from his eyes, because he had seen the Lord's salvation. He was too weak to exhibit the silk baby to his people, his privilege in former years. His attendants lifted him up, a new path was cleared through the cr... | God, not that it was, and the image remained in the blur of the altar. It was just a napkin, folded into a shape which indicated a baby's. The Professor dandled it and gave it to the Rajah, who, making a great effort, said, "I name this child Shri Krishna,"<|quote|>and tumbled it into the cradle. Tears poured from his ... | as soon as he thinks it, it becomes history, and falls under the rules of time. A cobra of papier-m ch now appeared on the carpet, also a wooden cradle swinging from a frame. Professor Godbole approached the latter with a red silk napkin in his arms. The napkin was God, not that it was, and the image remained in the bl... | her black pigtails flying. Not an orgy of the body; the tradition of that shrine forbade it. But the human spirit had tried by a desperate contortion to ravish the unknown, flinging down science and history in the struggle, yes, beauty herself. Did it succeed? Books written afterwards say "Yes." But how, if there is su... | the murder of some Innocents, and in a corner, similarly proportioned, stood the father and mother of the Lord, warned to depart in a dream. The model was not holy, but more than a decoration, for it diverted men from the actual image of the God, and increased their sacred bewilderment. Some of the villagers thought th... | Completeness, not reconstruction. His senses grew thinner, he remembered a wasp seen he forgot where, perhaps on a stone. He loved the wasp equally, he impelled it likewise, he was imitating God. And the stone where the wasp clung could he . . . no, he could not, he had been wrong to attempt the stone, logic and consci... | saying with truth that the Lord must have been born, or they could not see Him. But the clock struck midnight, and simultaneously the rending note of the conch broke forth, followed by the trumpeting of elephants; all who had packets of powder threw them at the altar, and in the rosy dust and incense, and clanging and ... | A Passage To India |
"One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," | Professor Godbole | that his own were small.<|quote|>"One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp,"</|quote|>he thought, as he stepped | own capacities, and he knew that his own were small.<|quote|>"One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp,"</|quote|>he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into | in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small.<|quote|>"One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp,"</|quote|>... | seen Mrs. Moore, and round her faintly clinging forms of trouble. He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telepathic appeal. It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to pla... | many hours, awaking in each man, according to his capacity, an emotion that he would not have had otherwise. No definite image survived; at the Birth it was questionable whether a silver doll or a mud village, or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Per... | boredom, they played it again and again, they played it again and again they took many sticks and hit them together, whack smack, as though they fought the Pandava wars, and threshed and churned with them, and later on they hung from the roof of the temple, in a net, a great black earthenware jar, which was painted her... | away to a less sacred part of the palace. There, in a room accessible to Western science by an outer staircase, his physician, Dr. Aziz, awaited him. His Hindu physician, who had accompanied him to the shrine, briefly reported his symptoms. As the ecstasy receded, the invalid grew fretful. The bumping of the steam engi... | All stroke the darling creature for the Creator's sake, and murmur happy words. The child is restored to his parents, the ball thrown on, and another child becomes for a moment the World's Desire. And the Lord bounds hither and thither through the aisles, chance, and the sport of chance, irradiating little mortals with... | A Passage To India |
he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning. | No speaker | and one little, little wasp,"<|quote|>he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning.</|quote|>"It does not seem much, | were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp,"<|quote|>he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning.</|quote|>"It does not seem much, still it is more than | love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp,"<|quote|>he thought, as he stepped out of the temple... | forms of trouble. He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telepathic appeal. It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God... | his capacity, an emotion that he would not have had otherwise. No definite image survived; at the Birth it was questionable whether a silver doll or a mud village, or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! Perhaps all birth is an allegory! S... | played it again and again they took many sticks and hit them together, whack smack, as though they fought the Pandava wars, and threshed and churned with them, and later on they hung from the roof of the temple, in a net, a great black earthenware jar, which was painted here and there with red, and wreathed with dried ... | palace. There, in a room accessible to Western science by an outer staircase, his physician, Dr. Aziz, awaited him. His Hindu physician, who had accompanied him to the shrine, briefly reported his symptoms. As the ecstasy receded, the invalid grew fretful. The bumping of the steam engine that worked the dynamo disturbe... | greasy rice and milk poured on to their faces. They ate and smeared one another's mouths, and dived between each other's legs for what had been pashed upon the carpet. This way and that spread the divine mess, until the line of schoolboys, who had somewhat fended off the crowd, broke for their share. The corridors, the... | A Passage To India |
"It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself." | Professor Godbole | of a pouring wet morning.<|quote|>"It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself."</|quote|>CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left | the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning.<|quote|>"It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself."</|quote|>CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same | come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning.<|quote|>"It does not seem much, still it is more t... | difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telepathic appeal. It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according ... | Birth it was questionable whether a silver doll or a mud village, or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! Perhaps all birth is an allegory! Still, it was the main event of the religious year. It caused strange thoughts. Covered with grease... | they fought the Pandava wars, and threshed and churned with them, and later on they hung from the roof of the temple, in a net, a great black earthenware jar, which was painted here and there with red, and wreathed with dried figs. Now came a rousing sport. Springing up, they struck at the jar with their sticks. It cra... | awaited him. His Hindu physician, who had accompanied him to the shrine, briefly reported his symptoms. As the ecstasy receded, the invalid grew fretful. The bumping of the steam engine that worked the dynamo disturbed him, and he asked for what reason it had been introduced into his home. They replied that they would ... | each other's legs for what had been pashed upon the carpet. This way and that spread the divine mess, until the line of schoolboys, who had somewhat fended off the crowd, broke for their share. The corridors, the courtyard, were filled with benign confusion. Also the flies awoke and claimed their share of God's bounty.... | A Passage To India |
CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. | No speaker | more than I am myself."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead.</|quote|>"Hullo!" he called, and it | seem much, still it is more than I am myself."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead.</|quote|>"Hullo!" he called, and it wa... | to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning. "It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself."<|quote|>CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time.... | It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Engl... | a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! Perhaps all birth is an allegory! Still, it was the main event of the religious year. It caused strange thoughts. Covered with grease and dust, Professor Godbole had once more developed the life of his ... | on they hung from the roof of the temple, in a net, a great black earthenware jar, which was painted here and there with red, and wreathed with dried figs. Now came a rousing sport. Springing up, they struck at the jar with their sticks. It cracked, broke, and a mass of greasy rice and milk poured on to their faces. Th... | reported his symptoms. As the ecstasy receded, the invalid grew fretful. The bumping of the steam engine that worked the dynamo disturbed him, and he asked for what reason it had been introduced into his home. They replied that they would enquire, and administered a sedative. Down in the sacred corridors, joy had seeth... | capacity, an emotion that he would not have had otherwise. No definite image survived; at the Birth it was questionable whether a silver doll or a mud village, or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! Perhaps all birth is an allegory! Still... | A Passage To India |
"Hullo!" | Dr. Aziz | capering in the slush ahead.<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>he called, and it was | his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead.<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the | is more than I am myself." CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead.<|quote|>"Hullo!"</|quote|>he called, and it was the wrong remark, ... | do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning. "It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself." CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz le... | dust, Professor Godbole had once more developed the life of his spirit. He had, with increasing vividness, again seen Mrs. Moore, and round her faintly clinging forms of trouble. He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telepathic appea... | sticks. It cracked, broke, and a mass of greasy rice and milk poured on to their faces. They ate and smeared one another's mouths, and dived between each other's legs for what had been pashed upon the carpet. This way and that spread the divine mess, until the line of schoolboys, who had somewhat fended off the crowd, ... | a sedative. Down in the sacred corridors, joy had seethed to jollity. It was their duty to play various games to amuse the newly born God, and to simulate his sports with the wanton dairymaids of Brindaban. Butter played a prominent part in these. When the cradle had been removed, the principal nobles of the state gath... | Springing up, they struck at the jar with their sticks. It cracked, broke, and a mass of greasy rice and milk poured on to their faces. They ate and smeared one another's mouths, and dived between each other's legs for what had been pashed upon the carpet. This way and that spread the divine mess, until the line of sch... | A Passage To India |
he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, | No speaker | in the slush ahead. "Hullo!"<|quote|>he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added,</|quote|>"Sorry," which was right, for | old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!"<|quote|>he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added,</|quote|>"Sorry," which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till | more than I am myself." CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!"<|quote|>he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devo... | How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning. "It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself." CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left t... | Professor Godbole had once more developed the life of his spirit. He had, with increasing vividness, again seen Mrs. Moore, and round her faintly clinging forms of trouble. He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telepathic appeal. It ... | It cracked, broke, and a mass of greasy rice and milk poured on to their faces. They ate and smeared one another's mouths, and dived between each other's legs for what had been pashed upon the carpet. This way and that spread the divine mess, until the line of schoolboys, who had somewhat fended off the crowd, broke fo... | sedative. Down in the sacred corridors, joy had seethed to jollity. It was their duty to play various games to amuse the newly born God, and to simulate his sports with the wanton dairymaids of Brindaban. Butter played a prominent part in these. When the cradle had been removed, the principal nobles of the state gather... | awaking in each man, according to his capacity, an emotion that he would not have had otherwise. No definite image survived; at the Birth it was questionable whether a silver doll or a mud village, or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! P... | A Passage To India |
"Sorry," | Dr. Aziz | to be disturbed. He added,<|quote|>"Sorry,"</|quote|>which was right, for Godbole | that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added,<|quote|>"Sorry,"</|quote|>which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it | further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added,<|quote|>"Sorry,"</|quote|>which was right, for Godbol... | he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning. "It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself." CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddli... | He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telepathic appeal. It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, com... | legs for what had been pashed upon the carpet. This way and that spread the divine mess, until the line of schoolboys, who had somewhat fended off the crowd, broke for their share. The corridors, the courtyard, were filled with benign confusion. Also the flies awoke and claimed their share of God's bounty. There was no... | his sports with the wanton dairymaids of Brindaban. Butter played a prominent part in these. When the cradle had been removed, the principal nobles of the state gathered together for an innocent frolic. They removed their turbans, and one put a lump of butter on his forehead, and waited for it to slide down his nose in... | according to his capacity, an emotion that he would not have had otherwise. No definite image survived; at the Birth it was questionable whether a silver doll or a mud village, or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! Perhaps all birth is a... | A Passage To India |
which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no connection with his mind: | No speaker | be disturbed. He added, "Sorry,"<|quote|>which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no connection with his mind:</|quote|>"He arrived at the European | he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry,"<|quote|>which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no connection with his mind:</|quote|>"He arrived at the European Guest House perhaps at least | up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry,"<|quote|>which was right, for Godbole twisted his hea... | stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning. "It does not seem much, still it is more than I am myself." CHAPTER XXXIV Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling ... | was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telepathic appeal. It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, ... | for what had been pashed upon the carpet. This way and that spread the divine mess, until the line of schoolboys, who had somewhat fended off the crowd, broke for their share. The corridors, the courtyard, were filled with benign confusion. Also the flies awoke and claimed their share of God's bounty. There was no quar... | sports with the wanton dairymaids of Brindaban. Butter played a prominent part in these. When the cradle had been removed, the principal nobles of the state gathered together for an innocent frolic. They removed their turbans, and one put a lump of butter on his forehead, and waited for it to slide down his nose into h... | boredom, they played it again and again, they played it again and again they took many sticks and hit them together, whack smack, as though they fought the Pandava wars, and threshed and churned with them, and later on they hung from the roof of the temple, in a net, a great black earthenware jar, which was painted her... | A Passage To India |
"He arrived at the European Guest House perhaps at least possibly." | Professor Godbole | no connection with his mind:<|quote|>"He arrived at the European Guest House perhaps at least possibly."</|quote|>"Did he? Since when?" But | a strained voice that had no connection with his mind:<|quote|>"He arrived at the European Guest House perhaps at least possibly."</|quote|>"Did he? Since when?" But time was too definite. He | remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry," which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no connection with his mind:<|quote|>"He arrived at the European Guest Hous... | Dr. Aziz left the palace at the same time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms... | his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoma... | broke for their share. The corridors, the courtyard, were filled with benign confusion. Also the flies awoke and claimed their share of God's bounty. There was no quarrelling, owing to the nature of the gift, for blessed is the man who confers it on another, he imitates God. And those "imitations," those "substitutions... | for an innocent frolic. They removed their turbans, and one put a lump of butter on his forehead, and waited for it to slide down his nose into his mouth. Before it could arrive, another stole up behind him, snatched the melting morsel, and swallowed it himself. All laughed exultantly at discovering that the divine sen... | the Birth it was questionable whether a silver doll or a mud village, or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! Perhaps all birth is an allegory! Still, it was the main event of the religious year. It caused strange thoughts. Covered with gr... | A Passage To India |
"Did he? Since when?" | Dr. Aziz | House perhaps at least possibly."<|quote|>"Did he? Since when?"</|quote|>But time was too definite. | arrived at the European Guest House perhaps at least possibly."<|quote|>"Did he? Since when?"</|quote|>But time was too definite. He waved his arm more | that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry," which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no connection with his mind: "He arrived at the European Guest House perhaps at least possibly."<|quote|>"Did he? Since when?"</|quote|>But ti... | returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added... | the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," he thought, as he st... | benign confusion. Also the flies awoke and claimed their share of God's bounty. There was no quarrelling, owing to the nature of the gift, for blessed is the man who confers it on another, he imitates God. And those "imitations," those "substitutions," continued to flicker through the assembly for many hours, awaking i... | a lump of butter on his forehead, and waited for it to slide down his nose into his mouth. Before it could arrive, another stole up behind him, snatched the melting morsel, and swallowed it himself. All laughed exultantly at discovering that the divine sense of humour coincided with their own. "God si love!" There is f... | his memory or a telepathic appeal. It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew tha... | A Passage To India |
But time was too definite. He waved his arm more dimly and disappeared. Aziz knew who "he" was Fielding but he refused to think about him, because it disturbed his life, and he still trusted the floods to prevent him from arriving. A fine little river issued from his garden gate and gave him much hope. It was impossibl... | No speaker | possibly." "Did he? Since when?"<|quote|>But time was too definite. He waved his arm more dimly and disappeared. Aziz knew who "he" was Fielding but he refused to think about him, because it disturbed his life, and he still trusted the floods to prevent him from arriving. A fine little river issued from his garden gate... | Guest House perhaps at least possibly." "Did he? Since when?"<|quote|>But time was too definite. He waved his arm more dimly and disappeared. Aziz knew who "he" was Fielding but he refused to think about him, because it disturbed his life, and he still trusted the floods to prevent him from arriving. A fine little rive... | desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry," which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no connection with his mind: "He arrived at the European Guest House perhaps at least possibly." "Did he? Since when?"<|quote|>But time was too definite. He w... | which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry," which was r... | God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," he thought, as he stepped out of the tem... | flies awoke and claimed their share of God's bounty. There was no quarrelling, owing to the nature of the gift, for blessed is the man who confers it on another, he imitates God. And those "imitations," those "substitutions," continued to flicker through the assembly for many hours, awaking in each man, according to hi... | on his forehead, and waited for it to slide down his nose into his mouth. Before it could arrive, another stole up behind him, snatched the melting morsel, and swallowed it himself. All laughed exultantly at discovering that the divine sense of humour coincided with their own. "God si love!" There is fun in heaven. God... | fended off the crowd, broke for their share. The corridors, the courtyard, were filled with benign confusion. Also the flies awoke and claimed their share of God's bounty. There was no quarrelling, owing to the nature of the gift, for blessed is the man who confers it on another, he imitates God. And those "imitations,... | A Passage To India |
"Dear old Godbole," | Professor Godbole | wish to see him again.<|quote|>"Dear old Godbole,"</|quote|>he thought, and smiled. He | Quested, and Aziz had no wish to see him again.<|quote|>"Dear old Godbole,"</|quote|>he thought, and smiled. He had no religious curiosity, and | visit was official. He had been transferred from Chandrapore, and sent on a tour through Central India to see what the remoter states were doing with regard to English education. He had married, he had done the expected with Miss Quested, and Aziz had no wish to see him again.<|quote|>"Dear old Godbole,"</|quote|>he th... | to think about him, because it disturbed his life, and he still trusted the floods to prevent him from arriving. A fine little river issued from his garden gate and gave him much hope. It was impossible that anyone could get across from Deora in such weather as this. Fielding's visit was official. He had been transferr... | capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry," which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no co... | thoughts. Covered with grease and dust, Professor Godbole had once more developed the life of his spirit. He had, with increasing vividness, again seen Mrs. Moore, and round her faintly clinging forms of trouble. He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick o... | the butter, they played another game which chanced to be graceful: the fondling of Shri Krishna under the similitude of a child. A pretty red and gold ball is thrown, and he who catches it chooses a child from the crowd, raises it in his arms, and carries it round to be caressed. All stroke the darling creature for the... | or a silk napkin, or an intangible spirit, or a pious resolution, had been born. Perhaps all these things! Perhaps none! Perhaps all birth is an allegory! Still, it was the main event of the religious year. It caused strange thoughts. Covered with grease and dust, Professor Godbole had once more developed the life of h... | A Passage To India |
he thought, and smiled. He had no religious curiosity, and had never discovered the meaning of this annual antic, but he was well assured that Godbole was a dear old man. He had come to Mau through him and remained on his account. Without him he could never have grasped problems so totally different from those of Chand... | No speaker | him again. "Dear old Godbole,"<|quote|>he thought, and smiled. He had no religious curiosity, and had never discovered the meaning of this annual antic, but he was well assured that Godbole was a dear old man. He had come to Mau through him and remained on his account. Without him he could never have grasped problems s... | had no wish to see him again. "Dear old Godbole,"<|quote|>he thought, and smiled. He had no religious curiosity, and had never discovered the meaning of this annual antic, but he was well assured that Godbole was a dear old man. He had come to Mau through him and remained on his account. Without him he could never have... | He had been transferred from Chandrapore, and sent on a tour through Central India to see what the remoter states were doing with regard to English education. He had married, he had done the expected with Miss Quested, and Aziz had no wish to see him again. "Dear old Godbole,"<|quote|>he thought, and smiled. He had no ... | him, because it disturbed his life, and he still trusted the floods to prevent him from arriving. A fine little river issued from his garden gate and gave him much hope. It was impossible that anyone could get across from Deora in such weather as this. Fielding's visit was official. He had been transferred from Chandra... | slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry," which was right, for Godbole twisted his head till it didn't belong to his body, and said in a strained voice that had no connection with hi... | grease and dust, Professor Godbole had once more developed the life of his spirit. He had, with increasing vividness, again seen Mrs. Moore, and round her faintly clinging forms of trouble. He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick of his memory or a telep... | played another game which chanced to be graceful: the fondling of Shri Krishna under the similitude of a child. A pretty red and gold ball is thrown, and he who catches it chooses a child from the crowd, raises it in his arms, and carries it round to be caressed. All stroke the darling creature for the Creator's sake, ... | "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one little, little wasp," he thought, as he stepped out of the temple into the grey of a pouring wet morning. "It does not seem much, still it is m... | A Passage To India |
"I study nothing, I respect" | Dr. Aziz | of his inauguration, had remarked:<|quote|>"I study nothing, I respect"</|quote|>making an excellent impression. There | quite fits. Aziz, the day of his inauguration, had remarked:<|quote|>"I study nothing, I respect"</|quote|>making an excellent impression. There was now a minimum of | into sects and clans, which radiate and join, and change their names according to the aspect from which they are approached. Study it for years with the best teachers, and when you raise your head, nothing they have told you quite fits. Aziz, the day of his inauguration, had remarked:<|quote|>"I study nothing, I respec... | and English were quite out of the running, and sometimes not mentioned for days. Since Godbole was a Brahman, Aziz was one also for purposes of intrigue: they would often joke about it together. The fissures in the Indian soil are infinite: Hinduism, so solid from a distance, is riven into sects and clans, which radiat... | remoter states were doing with regard to English education. He had married, he had done the expected with Miss Quested, and Aziz had no wish to see him again. "Dear old Godbole," he thought, and smiled. He had no religious curiosity, and had never discovered the meaning of this annual antic, but he was well assured tha... | time. As he returned to his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturb... | a net, a great black earthenware jar, which was painted here and there with red, and wreathed with dried figs. Now came a rousing sport. Springing up, they struck at the jar with their sticks. It cracked, broke, and a mass of greasy rice and milk poured on to their faces. They ate and smeared one another's mouths, and ... | but he refused to think about him, because it disturbed his life, and he still trusted the floods to prevent him from arriving. A fine little river issued from his garden gate and gave him much hope. It was impossible that anyone could get across from Deora in such weather as this. Fielding's visit was official. He had... | A Passage To India |
making an excellent impression. There was now a minimum of prejudice against him. Nominally under a Hindu doctor, he was really chief medicine man to the court. He had to drop inoculation and such Western whims, but even at Chandrapore his profession had been a game, centring round the operating table, and here in the ... | No speaker | "I study nothing, I respect"<|quote|>making an excellent impression. There was now a minimum of prejudice against him. Nominally under a Hindu doctor, he was really chief medicine man to the court. He had to drop inoculation and such Western whims, but even at Chandrapore his profession had been a game, centring round ... | of his inauguration, had remarked: "I study nothing, I respect"<|quote|>making an excellent impression. There was now a minimum of prejudice against him. Nominally under a Hindu doctor, he was really chief medicine man to the court. He had to drop inoculation and such Western whims, but even at Chandrapore his professi... | radiate and join, and change their names according to the aspect from which they are approached. Study it for years with the best teachers, and when you raise your head, nothing they have told you quite fits. Aziz, the day of his inauguration, had remarked: "I study nothing, I respect"<|quote|>making an excellent impre... | of the running, and sometimes not mentioned for days. Since Godbole was a Brahman, Aziz was one also for purposes of intrigue: they would often joke about it together. The fissures in the Indian soil are infinite: Hinduism, so solid from a distance, is riven into sects and clans, which radiate and join, and change thei... | regard to English education. He had married, he had done the expected with Miss Quested, and Aziz had no wish to see him again. "Dear old Godbole," he thought, and smiled. He had no religious curiosity, and had never discovered the meaning of this annual antic, but he was well assured that Godbole was a dear old man. H... | his house which stood in a pleasant garden further up the main street of the town he could see his old patron paddling and capering in the slush ahead. "Hullo!" he called, and it was the wrong remark, for the devotee indicated by circular gestures of his arms that he did not desire to be disturbed. He added, "Sorry," w... | earthenware jar, which was painted here and there with red, and wreathed with dried figs. Now came a rousing sport. Springing up, they struck at the jar with their sticks. It cracked, broke, and a mass of greasy rice and milk poured on to their faces. They ate and smeared one another's mouths, and dived between each ot... | thoughts. Covered with grease and dust, Professor Godbole had once more developed the life of his spirit. He had, with increasing vividness, again seen Mrs. Moore, and round her faintly clinging forms of trouble. He was a Brahman, she Christian, but it made no difference, it made no difference whether she was a trick o... | A Passage To India |
"I am an Indian at last," | Dr. Aziz | genuine hatred of the English.<|quote|>"I am an Indian at last,"</|quote|>he thought, standing motionless in | now all confused with his genuine hatred of the English.<|quote|>"I am an Indian at last,"</|quote|>he thought, standing motionless in the rain. Life passed pleasantly, | and he threw it to Mahmoud Ali. Subsequent letters he destroyed unopened. It was the end of a foolish experiment. And though sometimes at the back of his mind he felt that Fielding had made sacrifices for him, it was now all confused with his genuine hatred of the English.<|quote|>"I am an Indian at last,"</|quote|>he ... | that something was wrong; and finally, after a silence, the expected letter from Hampstead. Mahmoud Ali was with him at the time. "Some news that will surprise you. I am to marry someone whom you know. . ." He did not read further. "Here it comes, answer for me " and he threw it to Mahmoud Ali. Subsequent letters he de... | frightened him permanently, and there are only two reactions against fright: to kick and scream on committees, or to retreat to a remote jungle, where the sahib seldom comes. His old lawyer friends wanted him to stop in British India and help agitate, and might have prevailed, but for the treachery of Fielding. The new... | Chandrapore. For here the cleavage was between Brahman and non-Brahman; Moslems and English were quite out of the running, and sometimes not mentioned for days. Since Godbole was a Brahman, Aziz was one also for purposes of intrigue: they would often joke about it together. The fissures in the Indian soil are infinite:... | appeal. It was his duty, as it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One ... | court. He had to drop inoculation and such Western whims, but even at Chandrapore his profession had been a game, centring round the operating table, and here in the backwoods he let his instruments rust, ran his little hospital at half steam, and caused no undue alarm. His impulse to escape from the English was sound.... | A Passage To India |
he thought, standing motionless in the rain. Life passed pleasantly, the climate was healthy so that the children could be with him all the year round, and he had married again not exactly a marriage, but he liked to regard it as one and he read his Persian, wrote his poetry, had his horse, and sometimes got some shika... | No speaker | am an Indian at last,"<|quote|>he thought, standing motionless in the rain. Life passed pleasantly, the climate was healthy so that the children could be with him all the year round, and he had married again not exactly a marriage, but he liked to regard it as one and he read his Persian, wrote his poetry, had his hors... | hatred of the English. "I am an Indian at last,"<|quote|>he thought, standing motionless in the rain. Life passed pleasantly, the climate was healthy so that the children could be with him all the year round, and he had married again not exactly a marriage, but he liked to regard it as one and he read his Persian, wrot... | Ali. Subsequent letters he destroyed unopened. It was the end of a foolish experiment. And though sometimes at the back of his mind he felt that Fielding had made sacrifices for him, it was now all confused with his genuine hatred of the English. "I am an Indian at last,"<|quote|>he thought, standing motionless in the ... | after a silence, the expected letter from Hampstead. Mahmoud Ali was with him at the time. "Some news that will surprise you. I am to marry someone whom you know. . ." He did not read further. "Here it comes, answer for me " and he threw it to Mahmoud Ali. Subsequent letters he destroyed unopened. It was the end of a f... | only two reactions against fright: to kick and scream on committees, or to retreat to a remote jungle, where the sahib seldom comes. His old lawyer friends wanted him to stop in British India and help agitate, and might have prevailed, but for the treachery of Fielding. The news had not surprised him in the least. A ri... | between Brahman and non-Brahman; Moslems and English were quite out of the running, and sometimes not mentioned for days. Since Godbole was a Brahman, Aziz was one also for purposes of intrigue: they would often joke about it together. The fissures in the Indian soil are infinite: Hinduism, so solid from a distance, is... | it was his desire, to place himself in the position of the God and to love her, and to place himself in her position and to say to the God, "Come, come, come, come." This was all he could do. How inadequate! But each according to his own capacities, and he knew that his own were small. "One old Englishwoman and one lit... | him and remained on his account. Without him he could never have grasped problems so totally different from those of Chandrapore. For here the cleavage was between Brahman and non-Brahman; Moslems and English were quite out of the running, and sometimes not mentioned for days. Since Godbole was a Brahman, Aziz was one ... | A Passage To India |
"Ah, that is bhakti; ah, my young friend, that is different and very good. Ah, India, who seems not to move, will go straight there while the other nations waste their time. May I translate this particular one into Hindi? In fact, it might be rendered into Sanskrit almost, it is so enlightened. Yes, of course, all your... | Professor Godbole | and gone straight to internationality.<|quote|>"Ah, that is bhakti; ah, my young friend, that is different and very good. Ah, India, who seems not to move, will go straight there while the other nations waste their time. May I translate this particular one into Hindi? In fact, it might be rendered into Sanskrit almost,... | he did not truly love) and gone straight to internationality.<|quote|>"Ah, that is bhakti; ah, my young friend, that is different and very good. Ah, India, who seems not to move, will go straight there while the other nations waste their time. May I translate this particular one into Hindi? In fact, it might be rendere... | be expelled by modernities. Illogical poems like their writer. Yet they struck a true note: there cannot be a mother-land without new homes. In one poem the only one funny old Godbole liked he had skipped over the mother-land (whom he did not truly love) and gone straight to internationality.<|quote|>"Ah, that is bhakt... | as well as men had fought at Plassy. "But we do not show our women to the foreigner" not explaining how this was to be managed, for he was writing a poem. Bulbuls and roses would still persist, the pathos of defeated Islam remained in his blood and could not be expelled by modernities. Illogical poems like their writer... | standing motionless in the rain. Life passed pleasantly, the climate was healthy so that the children could be with him all the year round, and he had married again not exactly a marriage, but he liked to regard it as one and he read his Persian, wrote his poetry, had his horse, and sometimes got some shikar while the ... | reactions against fright: to kick and scream on committees, or to retreat to a remote jungle, where the sahib seldom comes. His old lawyer friends wanted him to stop in British India and help agitate, and might have prevailed, but for the treachery of Fielding. The news had not surprised him in the least. A rift had op... | Guest House perhaps at least possibly." "Did he? Since when?" But time was too definite. He waved his arm more dimly and disappeared. Aziz knew who "he" was Fielding but he refused to think about him, because it disturbed his life, and he still trusted the floods to prevent him from arriving. A fine little river issued... | for years with the best teachers, and when you raise your head, nothing they have told you quite fits. Aziz, the day of his inauguration, had remarked: "I study nothing, I respect" making an excellent impression. There was now a minimum of prejudice against him. Nominally under a Hindu doctor, he was really chief medic... | A Passage To India |
simpering slightly. Colonel Maggs was the Political Agent for the neighbourhood and Aziz' dejected opponent. The Criminal Investigation Department kept an eye on Aziz ever since the trial they had nothing actionable against him, but Indians who have been unfortunate must be watched, and to the end of his life he remain... | No speaker | we are proud of you"<|quote|>simpering slightly. Colonel Maggs was the Political Agent for the neighbourhood and Aziz' dejected opponent. The Criminal Investigation Department kept an eye on Aziz ever since the trial they had nothing actionable against him, but Indians who have been unfortunate must be watched, and to ... | last time he came that we are proud of you"<|quote|>simpering slightly. Colonel Maggs was the Political Agent for the neighbourhood and Aziz' dejected opponent. The Criminal Investigation Department kept an eye on Aziz ever since the trial they had nothing actionable against him, but Indians who have been unfortunate m... | time. May I translate this particular one into Hindi? In fact, it might be rendered into Sanskrit almost, it is so enlightened. Yes, of course, all your other poems are very good too. His Highness was saying to Colonel Maggs last time he came that we are proud of you"<|quote|>simpering slightly. Colonel Maggs was the P... | Godbole liked he had skipped over the mother-land (whom he did not truly love) and gone straight to internationality. "Ah, that is bhakti; ah, my young friend, that is different and very good. Ah, India, who seems not to move, will go straight there while the other nations waste their time. May I translate this particu... | "otherwise we shall never be free." And he declared (fantastically) that India would not have been conquered if women as well as men had fought at Plassy. "But we do not show our women to the foreigner" not explaining how this was to be managed, for he was writing a poem. Bulbuls and roses would still persist, the path... | the post-cards from Venice, so cold, so unfriendly that all agreed that something was wrong; and finally, after a silence, the expected letter from Hampstead. Mahmoud Ali was with him at the time. "Some news that will surprise you. I am to marry someone whom you know. . ." He did not read further. "Here it comes, answe... | Fielding's visit was official. He had been transferred from Chandrapore, and sent on a tour through Central India to see what the remoter states were doing with regard to English education. He had married, he had done the expected with Miss Quested, and Aziz had no wish to see him again. "Dear old Godbole," he thought,... | was really chief medicine man to the court. He had to drop inoculation and such Western whims, but even at Chandrapore his profession had been a game, centring round the operating table, and here in the backwoods he let his instruments rust, ran his little hospital at half steam, and caused no undue alarm. His impulse ... | A Passage To India |
So he took a sword and went up to the fort. He unlocked a door, and the prisoners streamed out and resumed their previous occupations, but the police were too much annoyed and cut off the young man's head. Ignoring its absence, he made his way over the rocks that separate the fort and the town, killing policemen as he ... | No speaker | said to him, "Free prisoners."<|quote|>So he took a sword and went up to the fort. He unlocked a door, and the prisoners streamed out and resumed their previous occupations, but the police were too much annoyed and cut off the young man's head. Ignoring its absence, he made his way over the rocks that separate the fort... | there a saint. His mother said to him, "Free prisoners."<|quote|>So he took a sword and went up to the fort. He unlocked a door, and the prisoners streamed out and resumed their previous occupations, but the police were too much annoyed and cut off the young man's head. Ignoring its absence, he made his way over the ro... | several days at Mau. Down country, the floods were even worse, and the pale grey faces of lakes had appeared in the direction of the Asirgarh railway station. CHAPTER XXXV Long before he discovered Mau, another young Mohammedan had retired there a saint. His mother said to him, "Free prisoners."<|quote|>So he took a sw... | if they might go out in a boat. . . . Aziz tore the note up. He had had enough of showing Miss Quested native life. Treacherous hideous harridan! Bad people altogether. He hoped to avoid them, though this might be difficult, for they would certainly be held up for several days at Mau. Down country, the floods were even... | had reached Mau according to time-table, and hoped to remain there two days, studying the various educational innovations of his old friend. Nor had he come alone. His wife and her brother accompanied him. And then the note turned into the sort of note that always did arrive from the State Guest House. Wanting somethin... | of little states that composed the agency discovered this and began comparing notes with fruitful result. To see how much, or how little, Colonel Maggs would stand, became an agreeable game at Mau, which was played by all the departments of State. He had to stand the appointment of Dr. Aziz. The Rajah did not take the ... | while the good Hindus looked the other way. His poems were all on one topic Oriental womanhood. "The purdah must go," was their burden, "otherwise we shall never be free." And he declared (fantastically) that India would not have been conquered if women as well as men had fought at Plassy. "But we do not show our women... | of his life he remained under observation, thanks to Miss Quested's mistake. Colonel Maggs learnt with concern that a suspect was coming to Mau, and, adopting a playful manner, rallied the old Rajah for permitting a Moslem doctor to approach his sacred person. A few years ago, the Rajah would have taken the hint, for t... | A Passage To India |
and pushed boldly in; his sister was more cautious. From the shrine they went to a mosque, which, in size and design, resembled a fire-screen; the arcades of Chandrapore had shrunk to a flat piece of ornamental stucco, with protuberances at either end to suggest minarets. The funny little thing didn't even stand straig... | No speaker | us, whose lives are chaste,"<|quote|>and pushed boldly in; his sister was more cautious. From the shrine they went to a mosque, which, in size and design, resembled a fire-screen; the arcades of Chandrapore had shrunk to a flat piece of ornamental stucco, with protuberances at either end to suggest minarets. The funny ... | said, "They will not hurt us, whose lives are chaste,"<|quote|>and pushed boldly in; his sister was more cautious. From the shrine they went to a mosque, which, in size and design, resembled a fire-screen; the arcades of Chandrapore had shrunk to a flat piece of ornamental stucco, with protuberances at either end to su... | the screen were cumbered with bees' nests, and a gentle shower of broken wings and other aerial oddments kept falling, and had strewn the damp pavement with their flue. Ahmed, apprized by Mohammed Latif of the character of the bee, said, "They will not hurt us, whose lives are chaste,"<|quote|>and pushed boldly in; his... | the top of the slope, among some bushes. This was the Shrine of the Head. It had not been roofed, and was indeed merely a screen. Inside it crouched a humble dome, and inside that, visible through a grille, was a truncated gravestone, swathed in calico. The inner angles of the screen were cumbered with bees' nests, and... | was off duty the morning after the great pujah, and he told them to come. Jemila held his hand. Ahmed and Karim ran in front, arguing what the body looked like as it came staggering down, and whether they would have been frightened if they met it. He didn't want them to grow up superstitious, so he rebuked them, and th... | prisoners streamed out and resumed their previous occupations, but the police were too much annoyed and cut off the young man's head. Ignoring its absence, he made his way over the rocks that separate the fort and the town, killing policemen as he went, and he fell outside his mother's house, having accomplished her or... | see how much, or how little, Colonel Maggs would stand, became an agreeable game at Mau, which was played by all the departments of State. He had to stand the appointment of Dr. Aziz. The Rajah did not take the hint, but replied that Hindus were less exclusive than formerly, thanks to the enlightened commands of the Vi... | melts in the mild airs of Mau; it belongs to pilgrimages and universities, not to feudalism and agriculture. When Aziz arrived, and found that even Islam was idolatrous, he grew scornful, and longed to purify the place, like Alamgir. But soon he didn't mind, like Akbar. After all, this saint had freed prisoners, and he... | A Passage To India |
they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great M... | No speaker | you is to be pardoned?"<|quote|>they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then... | old bronze gun. "Which of you is to be pardoned?"<|quote|>they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner w... | symbols to represent them. The air was thick with religion and rain. Their white shirts fluttering, Ahmed and Karim ran about over the fort, shrieking with joy. Presently they intersected a line of prisoners, who were looking aimlessly at an old bronze gun. "Which of you is to be pardoned?"<|quote|>they asked. For to-n... | that direction alone, who visited each other constantly, and owned numerous cows, and all the betel-leaf industry, besides having shares in the Asirgarh motor omnibus. Many of them were in the palace at this moment, having the time of their lives; others, too large or proud to travel, had sent symbols to represent them... | the forest trees where the gorge came through, and the rocks above that marked the site of the diamond mine, glistening with wet. Close beneath was the suburban residence of the Junior Rani, isolated by floods, and Her Highness, lax about purdah, to be seen paddling with her handmaidens in the garden and waving her sar... | damp pavement with their flue. Ahmed, apprized by Mohammed Latif of the character of the bee, said, "They will not hurt us, whose lives are chaste," and pushed boldly in; his sister was more cautious. From the shrine they went to a mosque, which, in size and design, resembled a fire-screen; the arcades of Chandrapore h... | a saint. His mother said to him, "Free prisoners." So he took a sword and went up to the fort. He unlocked a door, and the prisoners streamed out and resumed their previous occupations, but the police were too much annoyed and cut off the young man's head. Ignoring its absence, he made his way over the rocks that separ... | falling, and had strewn the damp pavement with their flue. Ahmed, apprized by Mohammed Latif of the character of the bee, said, "They will not hurt us, whose lives are chaste," and pushed boldly in; his sister was more cautious. From the shrine they went to a mosque, which, in size and design, resembled a fire-screen; ... | A Passage To India |
replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty... | No speaker | Highness's health. "It always improves,"<|quote|>replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained... | ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves,"<|quote|>replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a... | could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves,"<|quote|>replied the medicine man. A... | but the visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their chances of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all... | to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that str... | where the gorge came through, and the rocks above that marked the site of the diamond mine, glistening with wet. Close beneath was the suburban residence of the Junior Rani, isolated by floods, and Her Highness, lax about purdah, to be seen paddling with her handmaidens in the garden and waving her sari at the monkeys ... | and when he saw them he recalled his sufferings. The Shrine of the Head made a nice short walk for the children. He was off duty the morning after the great pujah, and he told them to come. Jemila held his hand. Ahmed and Karim ran in front, arguing what the body looked like as it came staggering down, and whether they... | to suggest minarets. The funny little thing didn't even stand straight, for the rock on which it had been put was slipping down the hill. It, and the shrine, were a strange outcome of the protests of Arabia. They wandered over the old fort, now deserted, and admired the various views. The scenery, according to their st... | A Passage To India |
asked Karim. | No speaker | the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?"<|quote|>asked Karim.</|quote|>"Put powdered glass in their | were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?"<|quote|>asked Karim.</|quote|>"Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for | in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?"<|quote|>asked Karim.<... | public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hu... | had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ... | and rain. Their white shirts fluttering, Ahmed and Karim ran about over the fort, shrieking with joy. Presently they intersected a line of prisoners, who were looking aimlessly at an old bronze gun. "Which of you is to be pardoned?" they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the p... | that, visible through a grille, was a truncated gravestone, swathed in calico. The inner angles of the screen were cumbered with bees' nests, and a gentle shower of broken wings and other aerial oddments kept falling, and had strewn the damp pavement with their flue. Ahmed, apprized by Mohammed Latif of the character o... | covered with temples like little white flames. There were over two hundred gods in that direction alone, who visited each other constantly, and owned numerous cows, and all the betel-leaf industry, besides having shares in the Asirgarh motor omnibus. Many of them were in the palace at this moment, having the time of th... | A Passage To India |
"Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." | Dr. Aziz | powdered glass in their pan?"<|quote|>"Ahmed, come here for such wickedness."</|quote|>He raised his hand to | "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?"<|quote|>"Ahmed, come here for such wickedness."</|quote|>He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed | of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?"<|quote|>"Ahmed, come here... | ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but t... | did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his streng... | Karim ran about over the fort, shrieking with joy. Presently they intersected a line of prisoners, who were looking aimlessly at an old bronze gun. "Which of you is to be pardoned?" they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, an... | gravestone, swathed in calico. The inner angles of the screen were cumbered with bees' nests, and a gentle shower of broken wings and other aerial oddments kept falling, and had strewn the damp pavement with their flue. Ahmed, apprized by Mohammed Latif of the character of the bee, said, "They will not hurt us, whose l... | the Asirgarh motor omnibus. Many of them were in the palace at this moment, having the time of their lives; others, too large or proud to travel, had sent symbols to represent them. The air was thick with religion and rain. Their white shirts fluttering, Ahmed and Karim ran about over the fort, shrieking with joy. Pres... | A Passage To India |
He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to h... | No speaker | come here for such wickedness."<|quote|>He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as alw... | glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness."<|quote|>He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be p... | garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness."<|quote|>He ra... | prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on ... | and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed le... | shrieking with joy. Presently they intersected a line of prisoners, who were looking aimlessly at an old bronze gun. "Which of you is to be pardoned?" they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood... | angles of the screen were cumbered with bees' nests, and a gentle shower of broken wings and other aerial oddments kept falling, and had strewn the damp pavement with their flue. Ahmed, apprized by Mohammed Latif of the character of the bee, said, "They will not hurt us, whose lives are chaste," and pushed boldly in; h... | was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their chances of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted we... | A Passage To India |
"Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" | Dr. Aziz | and strong. He shouted out,<|quote|>"Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?"</|quote|>The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee | excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out,<|quote|>"Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?"</|quote|>The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down | their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out,<|quote|>"Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?"</|... | were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the child... | for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" ask... | visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their chances of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had... | of Arabia. They wandered over the old fort, now deserted, and admired the various views. The scenery, according to their standards, was delightful the sky grey and black, bellyfuls of rain all over it, the earth pocked with pools of water and slimy with mud. A magnificent monsoon the best for three years, the tanks alr... | the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of ... | A Passage To India |
The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. | No speaker | gentlemen, are you in trouble?"<|quote|>The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him.</|quote|>"Lie down in a pool | strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?"<|quote|>The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him.</|quote|>"Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir | derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?"<|quote|>The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had go... | out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of h... | Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powder... | knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their chances of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of ... | old fort, now deserted, and admired the various views. The scenery, according to their standards, was delightful the sky grey and black, bellyfuls of rain all over it, the earth pocked with pools of water and slimy with mud. A magnificent monsoon the best for three years, the tanks already full, bumper crops possible. ... | he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis... | A Passage To India |
"Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." | Dr. Aziz | a bee had got him.<|quote|>"Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour."</|quote|>There was no real danger, | in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him.<|quote|>"Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour."</|quote|>There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. | plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him.<|quote|>"Lie down in a pool of water, ... | must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jo... | frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such w... | with the gentry their chances of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in ... | views. The scenery, according to their standards, was delightful the sky grey and black, bellyfuls of rain all over it, the earth pocked with pools of water and slimy with mud. A magnificent monsoon the best for three years, the tanks already full, bumper crops possible. Out towards the river (the route by which the Fi... | much as this, being Moslem, but the visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their chances of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, cou... | A Passage To India |
There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, | No speaker | His Highness of their behaviour."<|quote|>There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking,</|quote|>"Come, pull yourself together and | are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour."<|quote|>There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking,</|quote|>"Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do | out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour."<|quote|>There was no real danger, for the rain was ... | beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" Th... | to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out... | expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of ... | best for three years, the tanks already full, bumper crops possible. Out towards the river (the route by which the Fieldings had escaped from Deora) the downpour had been enormous, the mails had to be pulled across by ropes. They could just see the break in the forest trees where the gorge came through, and the rocks a... | would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of sleep. The Aziz family did not grasp as much as this, being Moslem, but the visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their chances of salvation. Except ... | A Passage To India |
"Come, pull yourself together and be a man." | Dr. Aziz | out of his wrist, remarking,<|quote|>"Come, pull yourself together and be a man."</|quote|>"How do you do, Aziz, | pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking,<|quote|>"Come, pull yourself together and be a man."</|quote|>"How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I | . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking,<|quote|>"Come, pull yourself together and be a man."... | friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees;... | kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out a... | the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, t... | to be pulled across by ropes. They could just see the break in the forest trees where the gorge came through, and the rocks above that marked the site of the diamond mine, glistening with wet. Close beneath was the suburban residence of the Junior Rani, isolated by floods, and Her Highness, lax about purdah, to be seen... | of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest H... | A Passage To India |
"How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," | Cyril Fielding | together and be a man."<|quote|>"How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here,"</|quote|>Fielding called to him, but | wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man."<|quote|>"How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here,"</|quote|>Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I | State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man."<|quote|>"How do you do, Aziz, after all thi... | excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behavi... | sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and t... | enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servan... | just see the break in the forest trees where the gorge came through, and the rocks above that marked the site of the diamond mine, glistening with wet. Close beneath was the suburban residence of the Junior Rani, isolated by floods, and Her Highness, lax about purdah, to be seen paddling with her handmaidens in the gar... | Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the g... | A Passage To India |
Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. | No speaker | you were settled in here,"<|quote|>Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones.</|quote|>"I suppose a couple of | all this time? I heard you were settled in here,"<|quote|>Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones.</|quote|>"I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the | rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here,"<|quote|>Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones... | The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went ... | out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of h... | fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading ... | above that marked the site of the diamond mine, glistening with wet. Close beneath was the suburban residence of the Junior Rani, isolated by floods, and Her Highness, lax about purdah, to be seen paddling with her handmaidens in the garden and waving her sari at the monkeys on the roof. But better not look close benea... | powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be ... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." | Cyril Fielding | but not in friendly tones.<|quote|>"I suppose a couple of stings don't signify."</|quote|>"Not the least. I'll send | here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones.<|quote|>"I suppose a couple of stings don't signify."</|quote|>"Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the | He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones.<|quote|>"I suppose a couple of stings don't signify."</|quot... | down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out o... | not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly d... | overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might n... | glistening with wet. Close beneath was the suburban residence of the Junior Rani, isolated by floods, and Her Highness, lax about purdah, to be seen paddling with her handmaidens in the garden and waving her sari at the monkeys on the roof. But better not look close beneath, perhaps nor towards the European Guest House... | brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with deri... | A Passage To India |
"Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." | Dr. Aziz | couple of stings don't signify."<|quote|>"Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there."</|quote|>"Why have you not answered | friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify."<|quote|>"Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there."</|quote|>"Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going | a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify."<|quote|>"Not the least. I'll send an embrocation ove... | sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pu... | yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his fo... | lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry... | residence of the Junior Rani, isolated by floods, and Her Highness, lax about purdah, to be seen paddling with her handmaidens in the garden and waving her sari at the monkeys on the roof. But better not look close beneath, perhaps nor towards the European Guest House either. Beyond the Guest House rose another grey-gr... | about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Thr... | A Passage To India |
"Why have you not answered my letters?" | Cyril Fielding | you were settled in there."<|quote|>"Why have you not answered my letters?"</|quote|>he asked, going straight for | the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there."<|quote|>"Why have you not answered my letters?"</|quote|>he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching | you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there."<|quote|>"Why have you not answered my letters?"</|q... | complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you ... | some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "H... | with the corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunti... | her handmaidens in the garden and waving her sari at the monkeys on the roof. But better not look close beneath, perhaps nor towards the European Guest House either. Beyond the Guest House rose another grey-green gloom of hills, covered with temples like little white flames. There were over two hundred gods in that dir... | had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Moha... | A Passage To India |
he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: | No speaker | you not answered my letters?"<|quote|>he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said:</|quote|>"Is there a s... | settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?"<|quote|>he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then... | I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?"<|quote|>he asked, going straight for the point... | There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him,... | beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" Th... | the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's... | her sari at the monkeys on the roof. But better not look close beneath, perhaps nor towards the European Guest House either. Beyond the Guest House rose another grey-green gloom of hills, covered with temples like little white flames. There were over two hundred gods in that direction alone, who visited each other cons... | be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed ou... | A Passage To India |
"Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." | Cyril Fielding | antics rather sharply, then said:<|quote|>"Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential."</|quote|>"Yes. That way." "Are you | their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said:<|quote|>"Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential."</|quote|>"Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz | you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said:<|quote|>"Is there a short cut ... | Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going str... | compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real da... | children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope... | in that direction alone, who visited each other constantly, and owned numerous cows, and all the betel-leaf industry, besides having shares in the Asirgarh motor omnibus. Many of them were in the palace at this moment, having the time of their lives; others, too large or proud to travel, had sent symbols to represent t... | hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed... | A Passage To India |
"Yes. That way." | Dr. Aziz | our walk. The weather's pestilential."<|quote|>"Yes. That way."</|quote|>"Are you not coming down | carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential."<|quote|>"Yes. That way."</|quote|>"Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic | buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential."<|quote|>"Yes. That way."</|quot... | in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the ... | got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple o... | Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come her... | besides having shares in the Asirgarh motor omnibus. Many of them were in the palace at this moment, having the time of their lives; others, too large or proud to travel, had sent symbols to represent them. The air was thick with religion and rain. Their white shirts fluttering, Ahmed and Karim ran about over the fort,... | seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little f... | A Passage To India |
"Are you not coming down yourself?" | Cyril Fielding | weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way."<|quote|>"Are you not coming down yourself?"</|quote|>Aziz sketched a comic salaam; | give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way."<|quote|>"Are you not coming down yourself?"</|quote|>Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was | His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way."<|quote|>"Are you not coming dow... | "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as ... | down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out o... | lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedn... | in the Asirgarh motor omnibus. Many of them were in the palace at this moment, having the time of their lives; others, too large or proud to travel, had sent symbols to represent them. The air was thick with religion and rain. Their white shirts fluttering, Ahmed and Karim ran about over the fort, shrieking with joy. P... | smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visi... | A Passage To India |
Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the thr... | No speaker | you not coming down yourself?"<|quote|>Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a ... | pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?"<|quote|>Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-... | cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?"<|quote|>Aziz sketched a comic ... | don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi,... | my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "... | they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smi... | of them were in the palace at this moment, having the time of their lives; others, too large or proud to travel, had sent symbols to represent them. The air was thick with religion and rain. Their white shirts fluttering, Ahmed and Karim ran about over the fort, shrieking with joy. Presently they intersected a line of ... | duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed... | A Passage To India |
"How goes it, Aziz?" | Cyril Fielding | impudent all six wet through.<|quote|>"How goes it, Aziz?"</|quote|>"In my usual health." "Are | Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through.<|quote|>"How goes it, Aziz?"</|quote|>"In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of | the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through.<|quote|>"How goes it, Aziz?"</|quote|>"In my usual... | rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it w... | "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he ... | sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and t... | you is to be pardoned?" they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He woul... | improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Aziz had assum... | A Passage To India |
"In my usual health." | Dr. Aziz | through. "How goes it, Aziz?"<|quote|>"In my usual health."</|quote|>"Are you making anything out | and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?"<|quote|>"In my usual health."</|quote|>"Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How | it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?"<|quote|>"In my usual health."</|quote|>"Are you mak... | "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. ... | Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going str... | this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, ... | pardoned?" they asked. For to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to ... | Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going str... | A Passage To India |
"Are you making anything out of your life here?" | Cyril Fielding | Aziz?" "In my usual health."<|quote|>"Are you making anything out of your life here?"</|quote|>"How much do you make | wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health."<|quote|>"Are you making anything out of your life here?"</|quote|>"How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is | upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health."<|quote|>"Are you making anything out of your ... | cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a... | time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, ... | know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads;... | to-night was the procession of the Chief God, when He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that str... | pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and ... | A Passage To India |
"How much do you make out of yours?" | Dr. Aziz | out of your life here?"<|quote|>"How much do you make out of yours?"</|quote|>"Who is in charge of | health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?"<|quote|>"How much do you make out of yours?"</|quote|>"Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, | the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?"<|quote|>"How much do you make out of yours?"... | our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first;... | called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His... | that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heave... | He would leave the palace, escorted by the whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where some... | was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead o... | A Passage To India |
"Who is in charge of the Guest House?" | Cyril Fielding | you make out of yours?"<|quote|>"Who is in charge of the Guest House?"</|quote|>he asked, giving up his | life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?"<|quote|>"Who is in charge of the Guest House?"</|quote|>he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their | (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?"<|quote|>"Who is in charge of the Guest House?"</|quote... | "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a sta... | "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as ... | not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly d... | whole power of the State, and pass by the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where something else would happen, some final or subs... | "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings ... | A Passage To India |
he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. | No speaker | charge of the Guest House?"<|quote|>he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner.</|quote|>"His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." | of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?"<|quote|>he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner.</|quote|>"His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I | over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?"<|quote|>he asked, giving up his slight effort to recap... | a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian chil... | "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees w... | yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his fo... | the Jail, which stood down in the town now. As He did so, troubling the waters of our civilization, one prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He woul... | wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiasti... | A Passage To India |
"His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." | Dr. Aziz | he was older and sterner.<|quote|>"His Highness's Private Secretary, probably."</|quote|>"Where is he, then?" "I | intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner.<|quote|>"His Highness's Private Secretary, probably."</|quote|>"Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a | Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner.<|quote|>"His Highness's Private Secretary, pro... | and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything ... | have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut dow... | bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo,... | prisoner would be released, and then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of sleep. The Aziz family did not grasp as much as this, being Moslem, but th... | remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settle... | A Passage To India |
"Where is he, then?" | Cyril Fielding | "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably."<|quote|>"Where is he, then?"</|quote|>"I don't know." "Because not | he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably."<|quote|>"Where is he, then?"</|quote|>"I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us | "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably."<|quote|>"Where is he, then?"<... | upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life her... | letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We mus... | ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble... | then He would proceed to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of sleep. The Aziz family did not grasp as much as this, being Moslem, but the visit to the Jail was common k... | in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and r... | A Passage To India |
"I don't know." | Dr. Aziz | probably." "Where is he, then?"<|quote|>"I don't know."</|quote|>"Because not a soul's been | sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?"<|quote|>"I don't know."</|quote|>"Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." | out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?"<|quote|>"I don't know."</|quote|>... | down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make o... | straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The we... | the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law excl... | to the great Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of sleep. The Aziz family did not grasp as much as this, being Moslem, but the visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, wit... | own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised... | A Passage To India |
"Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." | Cyril Fielding | he, then?" "I don't know."<|quote|>"Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived."</|quote|>"Really." "I wrote beforehand to | Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know."<|quote|>"Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived."</|quote|>"Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if | life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know."<|quote|>"Because not a soul's... | path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?"... | point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilent... | with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got h... | Mau tank that stretched as far as the Guest House garden, where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of sleep. The Aziz family did not grasp as much as this, being Moslem, but the visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast ey... | reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed i... | A Passage To India |
"Really." | Dr. Aziz | near us since we arrived."<|quote|>"Really."</|quote|>"I wrote beforehand to the | "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived."<|quote|>"Really."</|quote|>"I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a | "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived."<|quote|>"Really."</|quot... | (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, givin... | His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourse... | had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir h... | garden, where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of sleep. The Aziz family did not grasp as much as this, being Moslem, but the visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their ... | the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out th... | A Passage To India |
"I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." | Cyril Fielding | us since we arrived." "Really."<|quote|>"I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat."</|quote|>"There are... | not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really."<|quote|>"I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boa... | is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really."<|quote|>"I wrote be... | rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up ... | companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?"... | been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here ... | where something else would happen, some final or subsidiary apotheosis, after which He would submit to the experience of sleep. The Aziz family did not grasp as much as this, being Moslem, but the visit to the Jail was common knowledge. Smiling, with downcast eyes, the prisoners discussed with the gentry their chances ... | that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heave... | A Passage To India |
"There are two boats." | Dr. Aziz | go out in the boat."<|quote|>"There are two boats."</|quote|>"Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel | also my wife wants to go out in the boat."<|quote|>"There are two boats."</|quote|>"Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when | "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat."<|quote|>"There are two boats."</|quote|>"Exactly,... | "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote befor... | "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a sta... | down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out o... | the gentry their chances of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their... | "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there.... | A Passage To India |
"Exactly, and no oars." | Cyril Fielding | boat." "There are two boats."<|quote|>"Exactly, and no oars."</|quote|>"Colonel Maggs broke the oars | to go out in the boat." "There are two boats."<|quote|>"Exactly, and no oars."</|quote|>"Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" | to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats."<|quote|>"Exactly, and no oars."</|quote|>"Colonel Maggs ... | of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durba... | down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, whi... | of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, re... | of salvation. Except for the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far... | guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two visitors entered the octagon, but rushed out at once pursued by some bees. Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled... | A Passage To India |
"Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." | Dr. Aziz | boats." "Exactly, and no oars."<|quote|>"Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last."</|quote|>"All four?" "He is a | the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars."<|quote|>"Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last."</|quote|>"All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the | asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars."<|quote|>"Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here las... | he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a vis... | a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian chil... | sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pu... | the irons on their legs, they resembled other men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guar... | Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in ... | A Passage To India |
"All four?" | Cyril Fielding | the oars when here last."<|quote|>"All four?"</|quote|>"He is a most powerful | no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last."<|quote|>"All four?"</|quote|>"He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, | told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last."<|quote|>"All four?"</|quote|>"He is a most ... | recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and... | skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet... | . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How ... | men, nor did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire... | him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are you in trouble?" The brother-in-law exclaimed; a bee had got him. "Lie down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of ... | A Passage To India |
"He is a most powerful man." | Dr. Aziz | when here last." "All four?"<|quote|>"He is a most powerful man."</|quote|>"If the weather lifts, we | "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?"<|quote|>"He is a most powerful man."</|quote|>"If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight | was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?"<|quote|>"He is a most powerful man."</|... | intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tou... | the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "... | . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do y... | did they feel different. Five of them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after Hi... | the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slight... | A Passage To India |
"If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," | Cyril Fielding | is a most powerful man."<|quote|>"If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening,"</|quote|>he pursued. "I wrote to | here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man."<|quote|>"If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening,"</|quote|>he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he | but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man."<|quote|>"If the weather lifts, we want to see you... | was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House serva... | obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." ... | are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this ti... | them, who had not yet been brought to trial, could expect no pardon, but all who had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always i... | rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I sup... | A Passage To India |
he pursued. | No speaker | from the water this evening,"<|quote|>he pursued.</|quote|>"I wrote to Godbole about | to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening,"<|quote|>he pursued.</|quote|>"I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken | also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening,"<|quote|>he pursued.</|quote|>"I wrote to Godbol... | "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the bo... | path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?"... | the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I... | had been convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ... | checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the ges... | A Passage To India |
"I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." | Cyril Fielding | water this evening," he pursued.<|quote|>"I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead."</|quote|>"Perhaps your letter never reached | your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued.<|quote|>"I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead."</|quote|>"Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will | wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued.<|quote|>"I wrote to Godbole about it, but h... | a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There a... | the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is... | was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose ... | convicted were full of hope. They did not distinguish between the God and the Rajah in their minds, both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony ... | He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least... | A Passage To India |
"Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." | Dr. Aziz | a place of the dead."<|quote|>"Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question."</|quote|>"Will there be any objection | has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead."<|quote|>"Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question."</|quote|>"Will there be any objection to English people watching the | broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead."<|quote|>"Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister... | a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "... | arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intima... | of stings out of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest Ho... | both were too far above them; but the guard was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival w... | Hither and thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentl... | A Passage To India |
"Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" | Cyril Fielding | reached the Minister in question."<|quote|>"Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?"</|quote|>"I know nothing at all | dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question."<|quote|>"Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?"</|quote|>"I know nothing at all about the religion here. I | is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question."<|quote|>"Will there be any objection to E... | and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather... | and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner... | yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have ... | was better educated, and ventured to enquire after His Highness's health. "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private... | The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the broth... | A Passage To India |
"I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." | Dr. Aziz | English people watching the procession?"<|quote|>"I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself."</|quote|>"We had a very different | there be any objection to English people watching the procession?"<|quote|>"I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself."</|quote|>"We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and | to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?"<|quote|>"I know nothing ... | to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this ... | my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is h... | after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight ... | "It always improves," replied the medicine man. As a matter of fact, the Rajah was dead, the ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Azi... | and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything ... | A Passage To India |
"We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." | Cyril Fielding | think of watching it myself."<|quote|>"We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything."</|quote|>"You should never have left | religion here. I should never think of watching it myself."<|quote|>"We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything."</|quote|>"You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they | it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself."<|quote|>"We had a very different ... | in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a... | out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really."... | in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the ... | ceremony overnight had overtaxed his strength. His death was being concealed lest the glory of the festival were dimmed. The Hindu physician, the Private Secretary, and a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler... | "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as ... | A Passage To India |
"You should never have left them." | Dr. Aziz | wanted us to see everything."<|quote|>"You should never have left them."</|quote|>"Jump in, Ralph" they had | Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything."<|quote|>"You should never have left them."</|quote|>"Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, | objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything."<|quote|>"You should... | man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the ... | he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House se... | were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then sa... | a confidential servant remained with the corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The childr... | I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health.... | A Passage To India |
"Jump in, Ralph" | Cyril Fielding | should never have left them."<|quote|>"Jump in, Ralph"</|quote|>they had reached the carriage. | us to see everything." "You should never have left them."<|quote|>"Jump in, Ralph"</|quote|>they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and | procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them."<|quote|>"Jump in, Ralph"<... | want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at ... | Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no defini... | you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to ... | corpse, while Aziz had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a ... | thither they ran, beating their heads; the children shrieked with derision, and out of heaven, as if a plug had been pulled, fell a jolly dollop of rain. Aziz had not meant to greet his former friend, but the incident put him into an excellent temper. He felt compact and strong. He shouted out, "Hullo, gentlemen, are y... | A Passage To India |
they had reached the carriage. | No speaker | left them." "Jump in, Ralph"<|quote|>they had reached the carriage.</|quote|>"Jump in, Mr. Quested, and | everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph"<|quote|>they had reached the carriage.</|quote|>"Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth | nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph"<|quote|>they had reached the ... | your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about th... | probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get ... | my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We ... | had assumed the duty of being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Moha... | to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked hi... | A Passage To India |
"Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." | Dr. Aziz | they had reached the carriage.<|quote|>"Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding."</|quote|>"Who on earth is Mr. | left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage.<|quote|>"Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding."</|quote|>"Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that | religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage.<|quote|>"Jump in, Mr. Q... | water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never thin... | "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to ... | straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The we... | being seen in public, and misleading people. He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the li... | path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?"... | A Passage To India |
"Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" | Cyril Fielding | Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding."<|quote|>"Who on earth is Mr. Quested?"</|quote|>"Do I mispronounce that well | reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding."<|quote|>"Who on earth is Mr. Quested?"</|quote|>"Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not | watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding."<|quote|>"Who on eart... | to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very d... | been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two bo... | it, owing to buckets of rain. His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "... | He had liked the ruler very much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their ... | of his wrist, remarking, "Come, pull yourself together and be a man." "How do you do, Aziz, after all this time? I heard you were settled in here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard y... | A Passage To India |
"Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?" | Dr. Aziz | on earth is Mr. Quested?"<|quote|>"Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?"</|quote|>"Who on earth do you | Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?"<|quote|>"Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?"</|quote|>"Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only | very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?"<|quote|>"Do I mispro... | has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at M... | "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "C... | His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourse... | much, and might not prosper under his successor, yet he could not worry over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must ne... | here," Fielding called to him, but not in friendly tones. "I suppose a couple of stings don't signify." "Not the least. I'll send an embrocation over to the Guest House. I heard you were settled in there." "Why have you not answered my letters?" he asked, going straight for the point, but not reaching it, owing to buck... | A Passage To India |
"Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" | Cyril Fielding | he not your wife's brother?"<|quote|>"Who on earth do you suppose I've married?"</|quote|>"I'm only Ralph Moore," said | that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?"<|quote|>"Who on earth do you suppose I've married?"</|quote|>"I'm only Ralph Moore," said the boy, blushing, and at | Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?"<|quote|>"Who on earth do yo... | never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah an... | convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most... | topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in... | over such problems yet, for he was involved in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding an... | His companion, new to the country, cried, as the drops drummed on his topi, that the bees were renewing their attack. Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourse... | A Passage To India |
"I'm only Ralph Moore," | Ralph | do you suppose I've married?"<|quote|>"I'm only Ralph Moore,"</|quote|>said the boy, blushing, and | wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?"<|quote|>"I'm only Ralph Moore,"</|quote|>said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell | see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?"<|quote|>"I'm only Ralph Moore,... | be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should ... | my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we wa... | Fielding checked his antics rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey,... | in the illusion he helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting aft... | down in a pool of water, my dear sir here are plenty. Don't come near me. . . . I cannot control them, they are State bees; complain to His Highness of their behaviour." There was no real danger, for the rain was increasing. The swarm retired to the shrine. He went up to the stranger and pulled a couple of stings out o... | A Passage To India |
said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late. | No speaker | married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore,"<|quote|>said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late.</|quote|>"Quested? Quested? Don't you know | earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore,"<|quote|>said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late.</|quote|>"Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. | never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore,"<|quote|>said the boy, blushing, and... | English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them... | the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight... | rather sharply, then said: "Is there a short cut down to our carriage? We must give up our walk. The weather's pestilential." "Yes. That way." "Are you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it w... | helped to create. The children continued to run about, hunting for a frog to put in Mohammed Latif's bed, the little fools. Hundreds of frogs lived in their own garden, but they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, w... | was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House serva... | A Passage To India |
"Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?" | Cyril Fielding | but it was too late.<|quote|>"Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?"</|quote|>He trembled, and went purplish | feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late.<|quote|>"Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?"</|quote|>He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, | name? Is he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore," said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late.<|quote|>"Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wi... | and Deora, they were kindness itself at Deora, the Maharajah and Maharani wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife... | no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never rea... | Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the thr... | they must needs catch one up on the fort. They reported two topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smi... | wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs ... | A Passage To India |
He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore. | No speaker | wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?"<|quote|>He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore.</|quote|>"Perhaps this explains your odd | Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?"<|quote|>He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore.</|quote|>"Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?" "And pray what is | suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore," said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late. "Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?"<|quote|>He trembled, and went purpli... | wanted us to see everything." "You should never have left them." "Jump in, Ralph" they had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph M... | "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather lifts, we want to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to Engli... | the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "... | topis below. Fielding and his brother-in-law, instead of resting after their journey, were climbing the slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It wa... | and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two boats." "Exactly, and no oars." "Colonel Maggs broke the oars when here last." "All four?" "He is a most powerful man." "If the weather... | A Passage To India |
"Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?" | Cyril Fielding | hated hearing the name Moore.<|quote|>"Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?"</|quote|>"And pray what is wrong | grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore.<|quote|>"Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?"</|quote|>"And pray what is wrong with my attitude?" "The preposterous | there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late. "Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?" He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore.<|quote|>"Perhaps this explains your odd ... | had reached the carriage. "Jump in, Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore," said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rai... | torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the rel... | upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life her... | slope to the saint's tomb! "Throw stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He point... | the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture their intimacy, and growing more official; he was older and sterner. "His Highness's Private Secretary, probably." "Where is he, then?" "I don't know." "Because not a soul's been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, ... | A Passage To India |
"And pray what is wrong with my attitude?" | Dr. Aziz | this explains your odd attitude?"<|quote|>"And pray what is wrong with my attitude?"</|quote|>"The preposterous letter you allowed | hearing the name Moore. "Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?"<|quote|>"And pray what is wrong with my attitude?"</|quote|>"The preposterous letter you allowed Mahmoud Ali to write for | rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late. "Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?" He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore. "Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?"<|quote|>"And pray what is wrong... | Mr. Quested, and Mr. Fielding." "Who on earth is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore," said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet.... | evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watchi... | rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of y... | stones?" asked Karim. "Put powdered glass in their pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were St... | been near us since we arrived." "Really." "I wrote beforehand to the Durbar, and asked if a visit was convenient. I was told it was, and arranged my tour accordingly; but the Guest House servants appear to have no definite instructions, we can't get any eggs, also my wife wants to go out in the boat." "There are two bo... | A Passage To India |
"The preposterous letter you allowed Mahmoud Ali to write for you." | Cyril Fielding | is wrong with my attitude?"<|quote|>"The preposterous letter you allowed Mahmoud Ali to write for you."</|quote|>"This is a very useless | odd attitude?" "And pray what is wrong with my attitude?"<|quote|>"The preposterous letter you allowed Mahmoud Ali to write for you."</|quote|>"This is a very useless conversation, I consider." "However did | Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late. "Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?" He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore. "Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?" "And pray what is wrong with my attitude?"<|quote|>"The preposterous le... | is Mr. Quested?" "Do I mispronounce that well known name? Is he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore," said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late. ... | it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different receptio... | first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Gue... | pan?" "Ahmed, come here for such wickedness." He raised his hand to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, ... | to see your torchlight procession from the water this evening," he pursued. "I wrote to Godbole about it, but he has taken no notice; it's a place of the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all a... | A Passage To India |
"This is a very useless conversation, I consider." | Dr. Aziz | Ali to write for you."<|quote|>"This is a very useless conversation, I consider."</|quote|>"However did you make such | preposterous letter you allowed Mahmoud Ali to write for you."<|quote|>"This is a very useless conversation, I consider."</|quote|>"However did you make such a mistake?" said Fielding, more | Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore's daughter?" He trembled, and went purplish grey; he hated the news, hated hearing the name Moore. "Perhaps this explains your odd attitude?" "And pray what is wrong with my attitude?" "The preposterous letter you allowed Mahmoud Ali to write for you."<|quote|>"This is a very ... | he not your wife's brother?" "Who on earth do you suppose I've married?" "I'm only Ralph Moore," said the boy, blushing, and at that moment there fell another pailful of the rain, and made a mist round their feet. Aziz tried to withdraw, but it was too late. "Quested? Quested? Don't you know that my wife was Mrs. Moore... | the dead." "Perhaps your letter never reached the Minister in question." "Will there be any objection to English people watching the procession?" "I know nothing at all about the religion here. I should never think of watching it myself." "We had a very different reception both at Mudkul and Deora, they were kindness i... | over his arm, which hurt; the three Indian children last, noisy and impudent all six wet through. "How goes it, Aziz?" "In my usual health." "Are you making anything out of your life here?" "How much do you make out of yours?" "Who is in charge of the Guest House?" he asked, giving up his slight effort to recapture the... | to smite his firstborn, but allowed it to be kissed instead. It was sweet to have his sons with him at this moment, and to know they were affectionate and brave. He pointed out that the Englishmen were State guests, so must not be poisoned, and received, as always, gentle yet enthusiastic assent to his words. The two v... | you not coming down yourself?" Aziz sketched a comic salaam; like all Indians, he was skilful in the slighter impertinences. "I tremble, I obey," the gesture said, and it was not lost upon Fielding. They walked down a rough path to the road the two men first; the brother-in-law (boy rather than man) next, in a state ov... | A Passage To India |
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