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Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. | No speaker | will see what I mean."<|quote|>Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes.</|quote|>"There . . ." Floating | Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean."<|quote|>Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes.</|quote|>"There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a | asked no questions about details. There was presently a flash of lightning, followed by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean."<|quote|>Aziz found it hard work agai... | ran into an islet and startled some cranes. The strange temporary life of the August flood-water bore them up and seemed as though it would last for ever. The boat was a rudderless dinghy. Huddled up in the stern, with the spare pair of oars in his arms, the guest asked no questions about details. There was presently a... | other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind action was with him always a channel for another, and soon the torrent of his hospitality gushed forth and he began doing the honours of Mau and pers... | Moore amount to? To nothing, if brought to the test of thought. She had not borne witness in his favour, nor visited him in the prison, yet she had stolen to the depths of his heart, and he always adored her. "This is our monsoon, the best weather," he said, while the lights of the procession waved as though embroidere... | startled and moved on to the porch, drawn by the sudden illumination. The bronze gun up on the fort kept flashing, the town was a blur of light, in which the houses seemed dancing, and the palace waving little wings. The water below, the hills and sky above, were not involved as yet; there was still only a little light... | the mosque in the beginning of the cycle, from which, after so much suffering, he had got free. Never be friends with the English! Mosque, caves, mosque, caves. And here he was starting again. He handed the magic ointment to him. "Take this, think of me when you use it. I shall never want it back. I must give you one l... | A Passage To India |
"There . . ." | Ralph | and backed a few strokes.<|quote|>"There . . ."</|quote|>Floating in the darkness was | that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes.<|quote|>"There . . ."</|quote|>Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under | asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes.<|quote|>"There . . ."</|quote|>Floating in the darkness was... | boat was a rudderless dinghy. Huddled up in the stern, with the spare pair of oars in his arms, the guest asked no questions about details. There was presently a flash of lightning, followed by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back."... | kind action was with him always a channel for another, and soon the torrent of his hospitality gushed forth and he began doing the honours of Mau and persuading himself that he understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was little need to row... | stolen to the depths of his heart, and he always adored her. "This is our monsoon, the best weather," he said, while the lights of the procession waved as though embroidered on an agitated curtain. "How I wish she could have seen them, our rains. Now is the time when all things are happy, young and old. They are happy ... | which the houses seemed dancing, and the palace waving little wings. The water below, the hills and sky above, were not involved as yet; there was still only a little light and song struggling among the shapeless lumps of the universe. The song became audible through much repetition; the choir was repeating and inverti... | "Did your mother speak to you about me?" "Yes." And with a swerve of voice and body that Aziz did not follow he added, "In her letters, in her letters. She loved you." "Yes, your mother was my best friend in all the world." He was silent, puzzled by his own great gratitude. What did this eternal goodness of Mrs. Moore ... | A Passage To India |
Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . | No speaker | strokes. "There . . ."<|quote|>Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . .</|quote|>"I can't tell you what | House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ."<|quote|>Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . .</|quote|>"I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he | you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ."<|quote|>Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canop... | dinghy. Huddled up in the stern, with the spare pair of oars in his arms, the guest asked no questions about details. There was presently a flash of lightning, followed by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah... | him always a channel for another, and soon the torrent of his hospitality gushed forth and he began doing the honours of Mau and persuading himself that he understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was little need to row, for the freshening ... | of his heart, and he always adored her. "This is our monsoon, the best weather," he said, while the lights of the procession waved as though embroidered on an agitated curtain. "How I wish she could have seen them, our rains. Now is the time when all things are happy, young and old. They are happy out there with their ... | dancing, and the palace waving little wings. The water below, the hills and sky above, were not involved as yet; there was still only a little light and song struggling among the shapeless lumps of the universe. The song became audible through much repetition; the choir was repeating and inverting the names of deities.... | starting again. He handed the magic ointment to him. "Take this, think of me when you use it. I shall never want it back. I must give you one little present, and it is all I have got; you are Mrs. Moore's son." "I am that," he murmured to himself; and a part of Aziz' mind that had been hidden seemed to move and force i... | A Passage To India |
"I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," | Dr. Aziz | royal robes. . . .<|quote|>"I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure,"</|quote|>he whispered. "His Highness is | under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . .<|quote|>"I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure,"</|quote|>he whispered. "His Highness is dead. I think we should | it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . .<|quote|>"I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure,"</|quote|>he whispered. "His... | questions about details. There was presently a flash of lightning, followed by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing... | the honours of Mau and persuading himself that he understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was little need to row, for the freshening gale blew them in the direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startl... | lights of the procession waved as though embroidered on an agitated curtain. "How I wish she could have seen them, our rains. Now is the time when all things are happy, young and old. They are happy out there with their savage noise, though we cannot follow them; the tanks are all full so they dance, and this is India.... | yet; there was still only a little light and song struggling among the shapeless lumps of the universe. The song became audible through much repetition; the choir was repeating and inverting the names of deities. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Krishnaradha Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna... | oars were hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind action was with him always a channel for a... | A Passage To India |
he whispered. | No speaker | what that is, I'm sure,"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"His Highness is dead. I | . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure,"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"His Highness is dead. I think we should go back | fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure,"<|quote|>he whispered.</|quote|>"His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at ... | lightning, followed by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that ma... | understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was little need to row, for the freshening gale blew them in the direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startled some cranes. The strange temporary life of the ... | an agitated curtain. "How I wish she could have seen them, our rains. Now is the time when all things are happy, young and old. They are happy out there with their savage noise, though we cannot follow them; the tanks are all full so they dance, and this is India. I wish you were not with officials, then I would show y... | song struggling among the shapeless lumps of the universe. The song became audible through much repetition; the choir was repeating and inverting the names of deities. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Krishnaradha Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna," they sang, and woke the sleeping sentry in... | to you about me?" "Yes." And with a swerve of voice and body that Aziz did not follow he added, "In her letters, in her letters. She loved you." "Yes, your mother was my best friend in all the world." He was silent, puzzled by his own great gratitude. What did this eternal goodness of Mrs. Moore amount to? To nothing, ... | A Passage To India |
"His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once." | Dr. Aziz | is, I'm sure," he whispered.<|quote|>"His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once."</|quote|>They were close to the | can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered.<|quote|>"His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once."</|quote|>They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and | eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered.<|quote|>"His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once."</|quote|>The... | by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House... | wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was little need to row, for the freshening gale blew them in the direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startled some cranes. The strange temporary life of the August flood-wa... | curtain. "How I wish she could have seen them, our rains. Now is the time when all things are happy, young and old. They are happy out there with their savage noise, though we cannot follow them; the tanks are all full so they dance, and this is India. I wish you were not with officials, then I would show you my countr... | among the shapeless lumps of the universe. The song became audible through much repetition; the choir was repeating and inverting the names of deities. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Krishnaradha Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna," they sang, and woke the sleeping sentry in the Guest House... | in the darkness, and do this one act of homage to Mrs. Moore's son. He knew where the oars were hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. ... | A Passage To India |
They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chhatri of the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. ... | No speaker | should go back at once."<|quote|>They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chhatri of the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though ... | is dead. I think we should go back at once."<|quote|>They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chhatri of the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to se... | backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered. "His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once."<|quote|>They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straig... | that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness ... | its ritual developed. There was little need to row, for the freshening gale blew them in the direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startled some cranes. The strange temporary life of the August flood-water bore them up and seemed as though it would last for ever. The boat was a r... | is the time when all things are happy, young and old. They are happy out there with their savage noise, though we cannot follow them; the tanks are all full so they dance, and this is India. I wish you were not with officials, then I would show you my country, but I cannot. Perhaps I will just take you out on the water... | much repetition; the choir was repeating and inverting the names of deities. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna, Krishnaradha Radhakrishna, Radhakrishna Radhakrishna," they sang, and woke the sleeping sentry in the Guest House; he leant upon his iron-tipped spear. "I must go back now, good night," sa... | darkness, and do this one act of homage to Mrs. Moore's son. He knew where the oars were hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on... | A Passage To India |
"Shall we go back now?" | Dr. Aziz | as a guide. He remarked,<|quote|>"Shall we go back now?"</|quote|>"There is still the procession." | not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked,<|quote|>"Shall we go back now?"</|quote|>"There is still the procession." "I'd rather not go nearer | never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked,<|quote|>"Shall we go back now?"</|quote|>"There is still th... | go back at once." They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chhatri of the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently r... | the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." F... | to Mrs. Moore's son. He knew where the oars were hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind act... | can you tell, you strange fellow?" "Not difficult, the one thing I always know." "Can you always tell whether a stranger is your friend?" "Yes." "Then you are an Oriental." He unclasped as he spoke, with a little shudder. Those words he had said them to Mrs. Moore in the mosque in the beginning of the cycle, from which... | ever. The boat was a rudderless dinghy. Huddled up in the stern, with the spare pair of oars in his arms, the guest asked no questions about details. There was presently a flash of lightning, followed by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "... | A Passage To India |
"There is still the procession." | Ralph | "Shall we go back now?"<|quote|>"There is still the procession."</|quote|>"I'd rather not go nearer | as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?"<|quote|>"There is still the procession."</|quote|>"I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, | before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?"<|quote|>"There is still the procession."</|quote|>"I'd rath... | were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chhatri of the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There... | the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a... | knew where the oars were hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind action was with him always ... | fellow?" "Not difficult, the one thing I always know." "Can you always tell whether a stranger is your friend?" "Yes." "Then you are an Oriental." He unclasped as he spoke, with a little shudder. Those words he had said them to Mrs. Moore in the mosque in the beginning of the cycle, from which, after so much suffering,... | water now, for one short half-hour." Was the cycle beginning again? His heart was too full to draw back. He must slip out in the darkness, and do this one act of homage to Mrs. Moore's son. He knew where the oars were hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other... | A Passage To India |
"I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you." | Dr. Aziz | "There is still the procession."<|quote|>"I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you."</|quote|>"A little nearer." Aziz obeyed. | "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession."<|quote|>"I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you."</|quote|>"A little nearer." Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart | on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession."<|quote|>"I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange cust... | of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chhatri of the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which... | what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canop... | hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind action was with him always a channel for another, an... | thing I always know." "Can you always tell whether a stranger is your friend?" "Yes." "Then you are an Oriental." He unclasped as he spoke, with a little shudder. Those words he had said them to Mrs. Moore in the mosque in the beginning of the cycle, from which, after so much suffering, he had got free. Never be friend... | was a rudderless dinghy. Huddled up in the stern, with the spare pair of oars in his arms, the guest asked no questions about details. There was presently a flash of lightning, followed by a second flash little red scratches on the ponderous sky. "Was that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But... | A Passage To India |
"A little nearer." | Ralph | customs, and might hurt you."<|quote|>"A little nearer."</|quote|>Aziz obeyed. He knew with | nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you."<|quote|>"A little nearer."</|quote|>Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was | and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession." "I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you."<|quote|>"A little nearer."</|quote|>Aziz obeyed.... | through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, ... | will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," h... | in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind action was with him always a channel for another, and soon the torrent of his hospitality gushed forth and he began doing the ho... | "Yes." "Then you are an Oriental." He unclasped as he spoke, with a little shudder. Those words he had said them to Mrs. Moore in the mosque in the beginning of the cycle, from which, after so much suffering, he had got free. Never be friends with the English! Mosque, caves, mosque, caves. And here he was starting agai... | that the Rajah?" he asked. "What what do you mean?" "Row back." "But there's no Rajah nothing" "Row back, you will see what I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness ... | A Passage To India |
Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing. | No speaker | hurt you." "A little nearer."<|quote|>Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing.</|quote|>"Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," | such strange customs, and might hurt you." "A little nearer."<|quote|>Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing.</|quote|>"Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," went the chant, then suddenly | directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession." "I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you." "A little nearer."<|quote|>Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart... | in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his co... | I mean." Aziz found it hard work against the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered. "... | met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind action was with him always a channel for another, and soon the torrent of his hospitality gushed forth and he began doing the honours of Mau ... | are an Oriental." He unclasped as he spoke, with a little shudder. Those words he had said them to Mrs. Moore in the mosque in the beginning of the cycle, from which, after so much suffering, he had got free. Never be friends with the English! Mosque, caves, mosque, caves. And here he was starting again. He handed the ... | yet she had stolen to the depths of his heart, and he always adored her. "This is our monsoon, the best weather," he said, while the lights of the procession waved as though embroidered on an agitated curtain. "How I wish she could have seen them, our rains. Now is the time when all things are happy, young and old. The... | A Passage To India |
"Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," | _unknowable | was involved he knew nothing.<|quote|>"Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha,"</|quote|>went the chant, then suddenly | and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing.<|quote|>"Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha,"</|quote|>went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice | "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession." "I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you." "A little nearer." Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing.<|quote|>"Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radha... | never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession." "I... | the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered. "His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once." They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had l... | Once on the water, he became easy. One kind action was with him always a channel for another, and soon the torrent of his hospitality gushed forth and he began doing the honours of Mau and persuading himself that he understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual ... | mosque in the beginning of the cycle, from which, after so much suffering, he had got free. Never be friends with the English! Mosque, caves, mosque, caves. And here he was starting again. He handed the magic ointment to him. "Take this, think of me when you use it. I shall never want it back. I must give you one littl... | little need to row, for the freshening gale blew them in the direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startled some cranes. The strange temporary life of the August flood-water bore them up and seemed as though it would last for ever. The boat was a rudderless dinghy. Huddled up in ... | A Passage To India |
went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, the syllables of salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore. | No speaker | "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha,"<|quote|>went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, the syllables of salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore.</|quote|>"Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone | was involved he knew nothing. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha,"<|quote|>went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, the syllables of salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore.</|quote|>"Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the ... | "There is still the procession." "I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you." "A little nearer." Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradh... | before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession." "I'd rather not go nearer ... | a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered. "His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once." They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chh... | became easy. One kind action was with him always a channel for another, and soon the torrent of his hospitality gushed forth and he began doing the honours of Mau and persuading himself that he understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was l... | the cycle, from which, after so much suffering, he had got free. Never be friends with the English! Mosque, caves, mosque, caves. And here he was starting again. He handed the magic ointment to him. "Take this, think of me when you use it. I shall never want it back. I must give you one little present, and it is all I ... | to Mrs. Moore's son. He knew where the oars were hidden to deter the visitors from going out and he brought the second pair, in case they met the other boat; the Fieldings had pushed themselves out with long poles, and might get into difficulties, for the wind was rising. Once on the water, he became easy. One kind act... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the Rajah is dead. It is a secret still, I am supposed not to say. We pretend he is alive until after the festival, to prevent unhappiness. Do you want to go still nearer?" | Dr. Aziz | during his trial at Chandrapore.<|quote|>"Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the Rajah is dead. It is a secret still, I am supposed not to say. We pretend he is alive until after the festival, to prevent unhappiness. Do you want to go still nearer?"</|quote|>"Yes." He tried to keep | of salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore.<|quote|>"Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the Rajah is dead. It is a secret still, I am supposed not to say. We pretend he is alive until after the festival, to prevent unhappiness. Do you want to go still nearer?"</|quote|>"Yes." He tried to keep the boat... | with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, the syllables of salvation that had sounded during his tria... | Hastily he pulled away, feeling that his companion was not so much a visitor as a guide. He remarked, "Shall we go back now?" "There is still the procession." "I'd rather not go nearer they have such strange customs, and might hurt you." "A little nearer." Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's ... | "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered. "His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once." They were close to the promontory of the tombs, and had looked straight into the chhatri of the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to ... | the honours of Mau and persuading himself that he understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was little need to row, for the freshening gale blew them in the direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startl... | starting again. He handed the magic ointment to him. "Take this, think of me when you use it. I shall never want it back. I must give you one little present, and it is all I have got; you are Mrs. Moore's son." "I am that," he murmured to himself; and a part of Aziz' mind that had been hidden seemed to move and force i... | the advancing wind. But he fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered. "His Highness is dead. I think we should g... | A Passage To India |
"Yes." | Ralph | want to go still nearer?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>He tried to keep the | to prevent unhappiness. Do you want to go still nearer?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>He tried to keep the boat out of the glare | of salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore. "Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the Rajah is dead. It is a secret still, I am supposed not to say. We pretend he is alive until after the festival, to prevent unhappiness. Do you want to go still nearer?"<|quote|>"Yes."</|quote|>He tried to keep the boat... | might hurt you." "A little nearer." Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, th... | the Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hasti... | direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startled some cranes. The strange temporary life of the August flood-water bore them up and seemed as though it would last for ever. The boat was a rudderless dinghy. Huddled up in the stern, with the spare pair of oars in his arms, the guest... | Mrs. Moore's son." "I am that," he murmured to himself; and a part of Aziz' mind that had been hidden seemed to move and force its way to the top. "But you are Heaslop's brother also, and alas, the two nations cannot be friends." "I know. Not yet." "Did your mother speak to you about me?" "Yes." And with a swerve of vo... | fixed his eyes on the pin of light that marked the Guest House and backed a few strokes. "There . . ." Floating in the darkness was a king, who sat under a canopy, in shining royal robes. . . . "I can't tell you what that is, I'm sure," he whispered. "His Highness is dead. I think we should go back at once." They were ... | A Passage To India |
He tried to keep the boat out of the glare of the torches that began to star the other shore. Rockets kept going off, also the guns. Suddenly, closer than he had calculated, the palanquin of Krishna appeared from behind a ruined wall, and descended the carven glistening water-steps. On either side of it the singers tum... | No speaker | to go still nearer?" "Yes."<|quote|>He tried to keep the boat out of the glare of the torches that began to star the other shore. Rockets kept going off, also the guns. Suddenly, closer than he had calculated, the palanquin of Krishna appeared from behind a ruined wall, and descended the carven glistening water-steps. ... | prevent unhappiness. Do you want to go still nearer?" "Yes."<|quote|>He tried to keep the boat out of the glare of the torches that began to star the other shore. Rockets kept going off, also the guns. Suddenly, closer than he had calculated, the palanquin of Krishna appeared from behind a ruined wall, and descended th... | salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore. "Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the Rajah is dead. It is a secret still, I am supposed not to say. We pretend he is alive until after the festival, to prevent unhappiness. Do you want to go still nearer?" "Yes."<|quote|>He tried to keep the boat out of the ... | hurt you." "A little nearer." Aziz obeyed. He knew with his heart that this was Mrs. Moore's son, and indeed until his heart was involved he knew nothing. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, the syll... | Rajah's father through an opening in the trees. That was the explanation. He had heard of the image made to imitate life at enormous expense but he had never chanced to see it before, though he frequently rowed on the lake. There was only one spot from which it could be seen, and Ralph had directed him to it. Hastily h... | they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startled some cranes. The strange temporary life of the August flood-water bore them up and seemed as though it would last for ever. The boat was a rudderless dinghy. Huddled up in the stern, with the spare pair of oars in his arms, the guest asked no ... | Moore's son." "I am that," he murmured to himself; and a part of Aziz' mind that had been hidden seemed to move and force its way to the top. "But you are Heaslop's brother also, and alas, the two nations cannot be friends." "I know. Not yet." "Did your mother speak to you about me?" "Yes." And with a swerve of voice a... | the honours of Mau and persuading himself that he understood the wild procession, which increased in lights and sounds as the complications of its ritual developed. There was little need to row, for the freshening gale blew them in the direction they desired. Thorns scratched the keel, they ran into an islet and startl... | A Passage To India |
"God is love." | _unknowable | undramatic tangles. . . .<|quote|>"God is love."</|quote|>Looking back at the great | . . . unsatisfactory and undramatic tangles. . . .<|quote|>"God is love."</|quote|>Looking back at the great blur of the last twenty-four | and on the following day underwent a private death of its own, when some curtains of magenta and green were lowered in front of the dynastic shrine. The singing went on even longer . . . ragged edges of religion . . . unsatisfactory and undramatic tangles. . . .<|quote|>"God is love."</|quote|>Looking back at the great... | to Professor Godbole, who picked up a fragment of the mud adhering and smeared it on his forehead without much ceremony. Whatever had happened had happened, and while the intruders picked themselves up, the crowds of Hindus began a desultory move back into the town. The image went back too, and on the following day und... | oars, the sacred tray, the letters of Ronny and Adela, broke loose and floated confusedly. Artillery was fired, drums beaten, the elephants trumpeted, and drowning all an immense peal of thunder, unaccompanied by lightning, cracked like a mallet on the dome. That was the climax, as far as India admits of one. The rain ... | it in his hands, and tore off the blue and white streamers. He was naked, broad-shouldered, thin-waisted the Indian body again triumphant and it was his hereditary office to close the gates of salvation. He entered the dark waters, pushing the village before him, until the clay dolls slipped off their chairs and began ... | his heart was involved he knew nothing. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, the syllables of salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore. "Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the Rajah i... | rain cut from the north, stopped, cut from the south, began rising from below, and across them struggled the singers, sounding every note but terror, and preparing to throw God away, God Himself, (not that God can be thrown) into the storm. Thus was He thrown year after year, and were others thrown little images of Gan... | A Passage To India |
Looking back at the great blur of the last twenty-four hours, no man could say where was the emotional centre of it, any more than he could locate the heart of a cloud. CHAPTER XXXVII Friends again, yet aware that they could meet no more, Aziz and Fielding went for their last ride in the Mau jungles. The floods had aba... | No speaker | . . "God is love."<|quote|>Looking back at the great blur of the last twenty-four hours, no man could say where was the emotional centre of it, any more than he could locate the heart of a cloud. CHAPTER XXXVII Friends again, yet aware that they could meet no more, Aziz and Fielding went for their last ride in the Mau ... | unsatisfactory and undramatic tangles. . . . "God is love."<|quote|>Looking back at the great blur of the last twenty-four hours, no man could say where was the emotional centre of it, any more than he could locate the heart of a cloud. CHAPTER XXXVII Friends again, yet aware that they could meet no more, Aziz and Fiel... | following day underwent a private death of its own, when some curtains of magenta and green were lowered in front of the dynastic shrine. The singing went on even longer . . . ragged edges of religion . . . unsatisfactory and undramatic tangles. . . . "God is love."<|quote|>Looking back at the great blur of the last tw... | who picked up a fragment of the mud adhering and smeared it on his forehead without much ceremony. Whatever had happened had happened, and while the intruders picked themselves up, the crowds of Hindus began a desultory move back into the town. The image went back too, and on the following day underwent a private death... | tray, the letters of Ronny and Adela, broke loose and floated confusedly. Artillery was fired, drums beaten, the elephants trumpeted, and drowning all an immense peal of thunder, unaccompanied by lightning, cracked like a mallet on the dome. That was the climax, as far as India admits of one. The rain settled in steadi... | hands, and tore off the blue and white streamers. He was naked, broad-shouldered, thin-waisted the Indian body again triumphant and it was his hereditary office to close the gates of salvation. He entered the dark waters, pushing the village before him, until the clay dolls slipped off their chairs and began to gutter ... | involved he knew nothing. "Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Radhakrishna Krishnaradha," went the chant, then suddenly changed, and in the interstice he heard, almost certainly, the syllables of salvation that had sounded during his trial at Chandrapore. "Mr. Moore, don't tell anyone that the Rajah is dead. It is ... | arms, then reached forward, then flung herself against Aziz, and her motions capsized them. They plunged into the warm, shallow water, and rose struggling into a tornado of noise. The oars, the sacred tray, the letters of Ronny and Adela, broke loose and floated confusedly. Artillery was fired, drums beaten, the elepha... | A Passage To India |
"As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of yo... | Dr. Aziz | that she had behaved well.<|quote|>"As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My chil... | perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well.<|quote|>"As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of th... | being queer. They drew rein, to give the cobra elbow-room, and Aziz produced a letter that he wanted to send to Miss Quested. A charming letter. He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fine behaviour two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well.<|quote|>"As I fell into our largest Mau tank unde... | butterflies, also a cobra, which crawled across doing nothing in particular, and disappeared among some custard apple trees. There were round white clouds in the sky, and white pools on the earth; the hills in the distance were purple. The scene was as park-like as England, but did not cease being queer. They drew rein... | comfort of his family depended on it. He knew that few Indians think education good in itself, and he deplored this now on the widest grounds. He began to say something heavy on the subject of Native States, but the friendliness of Aziz distracted him. This reconciliation was a success, anyhow. After the funny shipwrec... | than he could locate the heart of a cloud. CHAPTER XXXVII Friends again, yet aware that they could meet no more, Aziz and Fielding went for their last ride in the Mau jungles. The floods had abated and the Rajah was officially dead, so the Guest House party were departing next morning, as decorum required. What with th... | office to close the gates of salvation. He entered the dark waters, pushing the village before him, until the clay dolls slipped off their chairs and began to gutter in the rain, and King Kansa was confounded with the father and mother of the Lord. Dark and solid, the little waves sipped, then a great wave washed and t... | smeared it on his forehead without much ceremony. Whatever had happened had happened, and while the intruders picked themselves up, the crowds of Hindus began a desultory move back into the town. The image went back too, and on the following day underwent a private death of its own, when some curtains of magenta and gr... | A Passage To India |
"Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." | Cyril Fielding | the greatest affection and respect."<|quote|>"Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last."</|quote|>"I want to do kind | to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect."<|quote|>"Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last."</|quote|>"I want to do kind actions all round and wipe | how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect."<|quote|>"Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am gl... | wanted to send to Miss Quested. A charming letter. He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fine behaviour two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to te... | laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between jolly bushes and rocks. Presently the ground opened into full sunlight and they saw a grassy slope bright with butterflies, also a cobra, which crawled across doing nothing in particular, and disappeared among some custard apple tree... | Fielding had scarcely seen Godbole, who promised every day to show him over the King-Emperor George Fifth High School, his main objective, but always made some excuse. This afternoon Aziz let out what had happened: the King-Emperor had been converted into a granary, and the Minister of Education did not like to admit t... | collided with each other. The four outsiders flung out their arms and grappled, and, with oars and poles sticking out, revolved like a mythical monster in the whirlwind. The worshippers howled with wrath or joy, as they drifted forward helplessly against the servitor. Who awaited them, his beautiful dark face expressio... | laughed at the tangle and waste of energy, but he did not travel as lightly as in the past; education was a continuous concern to him, because his income and the comfort of his family depended on it. He knew that few Indians think education good in itself, and he deplored this now on the widest grounds. He began to say... | A Passage To India |
"I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." | Dr. Aziz | seen her courage at last."<|quote|>"I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself."</|quote|>"Aziz, I wish you would | I am glad you have seen her courage at last."<|quote|>"I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself."</|quote|>"Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. S... | you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect." "Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last."<|quote|>"I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the w... | for her fine behaviour two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my childre... | and rocks. Presently the ground opened into full sunlight and they saw a grassy slope bright with butterflies, also a cobra, which crawled across doing nothing in particular, and disappeared among some custard apple trees. There were round white clouds in the sky, and white pools on the earth; the hills in the distance... | Fifth High School, his main objective, but always made some excuse. This afternoon Aziz let out what had happened: the King-Emperor had been converted into a granary, and the Minister of Education did not like to admit this to his former Principal. The school had been opened only last year by the Agent to the Governor-... | and poles sticking out, revolved like a mythical monster in the whirlwind. The worshippers howled with wrath or joy, as they drifted forward helplessly against the servitor. Who awaited them, his beautiful dark face expressionless, and as the last morsels melted on his tray, it struck them. The shock was minute, but St... | into the town. The image went back too, and on the following day underwent a private death of its own, when some curtains of magenta and green were lowered in front of the dynastic shrine. The singing went on even longer . . . ragged edges of religion . . . unsatisfactory and undramatic tangles. . . . "God is love." Lo... | A Passage To India |
"Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." | Cyril Fielding | mistake as the cave itself."<|quote|>"Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out."</|quote|>"How so?" "I don't know, | my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself."<|quote|>"Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out."</|quote|>"How so?" "I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, | glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself."<|quote|>"Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believe... | tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect." "Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to d... | sky, and white pools on the earth; the hills in the distance were purple. The scene was as park-like as England, but did not cease being queer. They drew rein, to give the cobra elbow-room, and Aziz produced a letter that he wanted to send to Miss Quested. A charming letter. He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fin... | The school had been opened only last year by the Agent to the Governor-General, and it still flourished on paper; he hoped to start it again before its absence was remarked and to collect its scholars before they produced children of their own. Fielding laughed at the tangle and waste of energy, but he did not travel a... | his tray, it struck them. The shock was minute, but Stella, nearest to it, shrank into her husband's arms, then reached forward, then flung herself against Aziz, and her motions capsized them. They plunged into the warm, shallow water, and rose struggling into a tornado of noise. The oars, the sacred tray, the letters ... | past; education was a continuous concern to him, because his income and the comfort of his family depended on it. He knew that few Indians think education good in itself, and he deplored this now on the widest grounds. He began to say something heavy on the subject of Native States, but the friendliness of Aziz distrac... | A Passage To India |
"How so?" | Dr. Aziz | the Marabar is wiped out."<|quote|>"How so?"</|quote|>"I don't know, perhaps she | wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out."<|quote|>"How so?"</|quote|>"I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't | out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out."<|quote|>"How so?"</|quote|>"I don't know, perhaps she might t... | in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect." "Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so... | park-like as England, but did not cease being queer. They drew rein, to give the cobra elbow-room, and Aziz produced a letter that he wanted to send to Miss Quested. A charming letter. He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fine behaviour two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fel... | on paper; he hoped to start it again before its absence was remarked and to collect its scholars before they produced children of their own. Fielding laughed at the tangle and waste of energy, but he did not travel as lightly as in the past; education was a continuous concern to him, because his income and the comfort ... | arms, then reached forward, then flung herself against Aziz, and her motions capsized them. They plunged into the warm, shallow water, and rose struggling into a tornado of noise. The oars, the sacred tray, the letters of Ronny and Adela, broke loose and floated confusedly. Artillery was fired, drums beaten, the elepha... | sky, and white pools on the earth; the hills in the distance were purple. The scene was as park-like as England, but did not cease being queer. They drew rein, to give the cobra elbow-room, and Aziz produced a letter that he wanted to send to Miss Quested. A charming letter. He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fin... | A Passage To India |
"I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm away from her I think them ridiculous. When I'm with her, I suppose because I'm fond of her, I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wife's after something. You and I and Miss Quested are, roughly sp... | Cyril Fielding | is wiped out." "How so?"<|quote|>"I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm away from her I think them ridiculous. When I'm with her, I suppose because I'm fond of her, I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wife's after something. You and I... | too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." "How so?"<|quote|>"I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm away from her I think them ridiculous. When I'm with her, I suppose because I'm fond of her, I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wif... | wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." "How so?"<|quote|>"I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won'... | prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect." "Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disg... | England, but did not cease being queer. They drew rein, to give the cobra elbow-room, and Aziz produced a letter that he wanted to send to Miss Quested. A charming letter. He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fine behaviour two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our la... | he hoped to start it again before its absence was remarked and to collect its scholars before they produced children of their own. Fielding laughed at the tangle and waste of energy, but he did not travel as lightly as in the past; education was a continuous concern to him, because his income and the comfort of his fam... | reached forward, then flung herself against Aziz, and her motions capsized them. They plunged into the warm, shallow water, and rose struggling into a tornado of noise. The oars, the sacred tray, the letters of Ronny and Adela, broke loose and floated confusedly. Artillery was fired, drums beaten, the elephants trumpet... | show him over the King-Emperor George Fifth High School, his main objective, but always made some excuse. This afternoon Aziz let out what had happened: the King-Emperor had been converted into a granary, and the Minister of Education did not like to admit this to his former Principal. The school had been opened only l... | A Passage To India |
"What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." | Dr. Aziz | wife is not with us."<|quote|>"What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern."</|quote|>Fielding hesitated. He was not | laudable little party. But my wife is not with us."<|quote|>"What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern."</|quote|>Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. | I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wife's after something. You and I and Miss Quested are, roughly speaking, not after anything. We jog on as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us."<|quote|>"What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, C... | She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." "How so?" "I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm away from her I think them ridiculous. When I'm with her, I suppose because I'm fond of her, I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wife's ... | I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect." "Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched busi... | subject of Native States, but the friendliness of Aziz distracted him. This reconciliation was a success, anyhow. After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between jolly bushes and rocks. Pre... | wetting everybody and everything through, and soon spoiled the cloth of gold on the palanquin and the costly disc-shaped banners. Some of the torches went out, fireworks didn't catch, there began to be less singing, and the tray returned to Professor Godbole, who picked up a fragment of the mud adhering and smeared it ... | on the widest grounds. He began to say something heavy on the subject of Native States, but the friendliness of Aziz distracted him. This reconciliation was a success, anyhow. After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing h... | A Passage To India |
Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situation had improved. There se... | No speaker | fills me with great concern."<|quote|>Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Ma... | faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern."<|quote|>Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering he... | and Miss Quested are, roughly speaking, not after anything. We jog on as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us." "What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern."<|quote|>Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy abou... | tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm away from her I think them ridiculous. When I'm with her, I suppose because I'm fond of her, I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wife's after something. You and I and Miss Quested are, roughly speaking, not after anything. We jo... | doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect." "Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking ... | After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between jolly bushes and rocks. Presently the ground opened into full sunlight and they saw a grassy slope bright with butterflies, also a cobra, whi... | costly disc-shaped banners. Some of the torches went out, fireworks didn't catch, there began to be less singing, and the tray returned to Professor Godbole, who picked up a fragment of the mud adhering and smeared it on his forehead without much ceremony. Whatever had happened had happened, and while the intruders pic... | been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between jolly bushes and rocks. Presently the ground opened into full sunlight and they saw a grassy slope bright with butterflies, also a cobra, which crawled across doing nothing in p... | A Passage To India |
"If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." | Cyril Fielding | had different points of view.<|quote|>"If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her."</|quote|>"Tell him also, I have | added dully that different people had different points of view.<|quote|>"If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her."</|quote|>"Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, | relationship. In the language of theology, their union had been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view.<|quote|>"If you won't talk about t... | he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situation had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the language of theology, their union had... | her, I suppose because I'm fond of her, I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wife's after something. You and I and Miss Quested are, roughly speaking, not after anything. We jog on as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us." "What are you meaning? ... | He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fine behaviour two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through yo... | Looking back at the great blur of the last twenty-four hours, no man could say where was the emotional centre of it, any more than he could locate the heart of a cloud. CHAPTER XXXVII Friends again, yet aware that they could meet no more, Aziz and Fielding went for their last ride in the Mau jungles. The floods had aba... | bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." "How so?" "I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm away from her I think them ridiculous. When I'm with her, I suppose because I'... | A Passage To India |
"Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." | Dr. Aziz | behind her, though with her."<|quote|>"Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad."</|quote|>"No,... | metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her."<|quote|>"Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and... | what was not clear to himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her."<|quote|>"Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him... | seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the language of theology, their union had been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he... | anything. We jog on as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us." "What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the fin... | circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the greatest affection and respect."... | CHAPTER XXXVII Friends again, yet aware that they could meet no more, Aziz and Fielding went for their last ride in the Mau jungles. The floods had abated and the Rajah was officially dead, so the Guest House party were departing next morning, as decorum required. What with the mourning and the festival, the visit was ... | reconciliation was a success, anyhow. After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between jolly bushes and rocks. Presently the ground opened into full sunlight and they saw a grassy slope brig... | A Passage To India |
"No, we won't think about it." | Cyril Fielding | ride and make us sad."<|quote|>"No, we won't think about it."</|quote|>He too felt that this | about it will spoil our ride and make us sad."<|quote|>"No, we won't think about it."</|quote|>He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. | nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad."<|quote|>"No, we won't think about it."</|quote|>He too felt that this was ... | himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy ... | physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situation had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant that is nec... | affection and respect." "Miss Quested will be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itsel... | was a failure. Fielding had scarcely seen Godbole, who promised every day to show him over the King-Emperor George Fifth High School, his main objective, but always made some excuse. This afternoon Aziz let out what had happened: the King-Emperor had been converted into a granary, and the Minister of Education did not ... | been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." "How so?" "I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm aw... | A Passage To India |
He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Woul... | No speaker | we won't think about it."<|quote|>He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surp... | and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it."<|quote|>He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations... | he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it."<|quote|>He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the... | people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I par... | the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situation had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the langua... | be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife... | seen Godbole, who promised every day to show him over the King-Emperor George Fifth High School, his main objective, but always made some excuse. This afternoon Aziz let out what had happened: the King-Emperor had been converted into a granary, and the Minister of Education did not like to admit this to his former Prin... | a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." "How so?" "I don't know, perhaps she might tell you, she won't tell me. She has ideas I don't share indeed, when I'm away from her I think them ridiculous. When I'm with her, I suppose because I'm fo... | A Passage To India |
"From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." | Cyril Fielding | dear to him. He said:<|quote|>"From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here."</|quote|>After a silence myriads of | his wife, the person most dear to him. He said:<|quote|>"From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here."</|quote|>After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the | sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said:<|quote|>"From her point of view, Mau has been a succe... | misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Would he to-day defy all his own people for the sake of a stray Indian? Az... | to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this i... | her, I feel different, I feel half dead and half blind. My wife's after something. You and I and Miss Quested are, roughly speaking, not after anything. We jog on as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us." "What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyri... | lightly as in the past; education was a continuous concern to him, because his income and the comfort of his family depended on it. He knew that few Indians think education good in itself, and he deplored this now on the widest grounds. He began to say something heavy on the subject of Native States, but the friendline... | blind. My wife's after something. You and I and Miss Quested are, roughly speaking, not after anything. We jog on as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us." "What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." Fielding he... | A Passage To India |
After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: | No speaker | of her queer troubles here."<|quote|>After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued:</|quote|>"Do you know anything about | found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here."<|quote|>After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued:</|quote|>"Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear | this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here."<|quote|>After a silence myriads ... | limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Would he to-day defy all his own people for the sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intima... | have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it." He too felt that this was their last f... | as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us." "What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before t... | education good in itself, and he deplored this now on the widest grounds. He began to say something heavy on the subject of Native States, but the friendliness of Aziz distracted him. This reconciliation was a success, anyhow. After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back l... | be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife... | A Passage To India |
"Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" | Cyril Fielding | the water in he continued:<|quote|>"Do you know anything about this Krishna business?"</|quote|>"My dear chap, officially they | them as the earth drew the water in he continued:<|quote|>"Do you know anything about this Krishna business?"</|quote|>"My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All | him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued:<|quote|>"Do you know anything about this... | people for the sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been ... | Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it." He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but ... | is not with us." "What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he... | something heavy on the subject of Native States, but the friendliness of Aziz distracted him. This reconciliation was a success, anyhow. After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between joll... | last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife. She too believes that the Marabar is wiped out." "How so?... | A Passage To India |
"My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" | Dr. Aziz | anything about this Krishna business?"<|quote|>"My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?"</|quote|>"Gokul is the village where | he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?"<|quote|>"My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?"</|quote|>"Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more | Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?"<|quote|>"My dear chap, offi... | Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them s... | brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it." He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had t... | Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pester... | but the friendliness of Aziz distracted him. This reconciliation was a success, anyhow. After the funny shipwreck there had been no more nonsense or bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between jolly bushes and rocks. Presently the ground opened i... | on as decently as we can, you a little in front a laudable little party. But my wife is not with us." "What are you meaning? Is Stella not faithful to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up befor... | A Passage To India |
"Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." | Cyril Fielding | it concern you and me?"<|quote|>"Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one."</|quote|>"It is useless discussing Hindus | closed, but how else should it concern you and me?"<|quote|>"Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one."</|quote|>"It is useless discuss... | here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?"<|quote|>"Gokul is the village where Kr... | of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of ki... | us sad." "No, we won't think about it." He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already fel... | was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situation had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either particip... | bitterness, and they went back laughingly to their old relationship as if nothing had happened. Now they rode between jolly bushes and rocks. Presently the ground opened into full sunlight and they saw a grassy slope bright with butterflies, also a cobra, which crawled across doing nothing in particular, and disappeare... | outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the language of theology, their union had been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he added dully that different people had differ... | A Passage To India |
"It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" | Dr. Aziz | side, if it has one."<|quote|>"It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove... | to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one."<|quote|>"It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will doub... | but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one."<|quote|>"It is useless discussing Hindus with m... | found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should ... | marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Would he to-day defy all his own people for the sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could... | Mau the situation had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the language of theology, their union had been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to exp... | cobra, which crawled across doing nothing in particular, and disappeared among some custard apple trees. There were round white clouds in the sky, and white pools on the earth; the hills in the distance were purple. The scene was as park-like as England, but did not cease being queer. They drew rein, to give the cobra ... | say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it." He too felt that this was their last free intercourse.... | A Passage To India |
"It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" | Cyril Fielding | Why so curious about them?"<|quote|>"It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say"</|quote|>Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding | my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?"<|quote|>"It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say"</|quote|>Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut | me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?"<|quote|>"It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or li... | the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy t... | last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses aro... | himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy ... | letter that he wanted to send to Miss Quested. A charming letter. He wanted to thank his old enemy for her fine behaviour two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, an... | Would he to-day defy all his own people for the sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From... | A Passage To India |
Come, come?'" | No speaker | the old fellow still say"<|quote|>Come, come?'"</|quote|>"Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened | occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say"<|quote|>Come, come?'"</|quote|>"Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then | will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say"<|quote|>Come, come?'"</|quote... | Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other ... | view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear chap, offici... | you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, th... | two years back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a priso... | had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Would he to-day defy all his own people for the sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, presumably." | Dr. Aziz | fellow still say" Come, come?'"<|quote|>"Oh, presumably."</|quote|>Fielding sighed, opened his lips, | of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'"<|quote|>"Oh, presumably."</|quote|>Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with | me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'"<|quote|>"Oh, presumably."... | Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps ... | has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear chap, officially they ... | to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to t... | back: perfectly plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that... | a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer fro... | A Passage To India |
Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh, | No speaker | say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably."<|quote|>Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh,</|quote|>"I can't explain, because it | Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably."<|quote|>Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh,</|quote|>"I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, | tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably."<|quote|>Fieldi... | I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will doubl... | a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear chap, officially they call it G... | He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about... | plain was it now that she had behaved well. "As I fell into our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt... | that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one India... | A Passage To India |
"I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're... | Cyril Fielding | said with a little laugh,<|quote|>"I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk... | his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh,<|quote|>"I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's... | my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh,<|quote|>"I can't ... | is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It'... | something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence myriads of kisses around them as the earth drew the water in he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it con... | behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think a... | our largest Mau tank under circumstances our other friends will relate, I thought how brave Miss Quested was, and decided to tell her so, despite my imperfect English. Through you I am happy here with my children instead of in a prison, of that I make no doubt. My children shall be taught to speak of you with the great... | of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situation had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the language of theolog... | A Passage To India |
Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say somet... | No speaker | at all events you're Oriental."<|quote|>Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Mis... | would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental."<|quote|>Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to r... | her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental."<|quote|>Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella an... | really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh, "I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though ... | well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't... | He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Woul... | be greatly pleased. I am glad you have seen her courage at last." "I want to do kind actions all round and wipe out the wretched business of the Marabar for ever. I have been so disgracefully hasty, thinking you meant to get hold of my money: as bad a mistake as the cave itself." "Aziz, I wish you would talk to my wife... | been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, shut up," | Dr. Aziz | jungle with his dear Cyril.<|quote|>"Oh, shut up,"</|quote|>he said. "Don't spoil our | found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril.<|quote|>"Oh, shut up,"</|quote|>he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. | they have seen the Friend they flitted next; he thought of his wife; and then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuous overturn, so characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril.<|quote|>"Oh, shut up,"</|quote|>he... | own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend... | think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clu... | they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, i... | to you, Cyril? This fills me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the... | I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will doubl... | A Passage To India |
he said. | No speaker | dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Don't spoil our last hour | in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna | the Friend they flitted next; he thought of his wife; and then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuous overturn, so characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Don't s... | shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend they flitte... | side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something n... | Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one.... | This fills me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau t... | and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ra... | A Passage To India |
"Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." | Dr. Aziz | "Oh, shut up," he said.<|quote|>"Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible."</|quote|>They did. All the way | jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said.<|quote|>"Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible."</|quote|>They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled | they flitted next; he thought of his wife; and then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuous overturn, so characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said.<|quote|>"Don't spoil our last hour w... | connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend they flitted next; he though... | their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sig... | All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useles... | me with great concern." Fielding hesitated. He was not quite happy about his marriage. He was passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situatio... | said with a little laugh, "I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them... | A Passage To India |
They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had | No speaker | and talk about something sensible."<|quote|>They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had</|quote|>"no further ... | foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible."<|quote|>They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to ... | characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible."<|quote|>They did. All the way ... | he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend they flitted next; he thought of his wife; and then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuous overturn, so characteri... | them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to M... | is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I anno... | passionate physically again the final flare-up before the clinkers of middle age and he knew that his wife did not love him as much as he loved her, and he was ashamed of pestering her. But during the visit to Mau the situation had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant ... | the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will ... | A Passage To India |
"no further use for politeness," | Cyril Fielding | going to part. Fielding had<|quote|>"no further use for politeness,"</|quote|>he said, meaning that the | part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had<|quote|>"no further use for politeness,"</|quote|>he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be | Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had<|quote|>"no fu... | then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuous overturn, so characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk ab... | not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirr... | discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult... | had improved. There seemed a link between them at last that link outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the language of theology, their union had been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not ... | teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or li... | A Passage To India |
he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, | No speaker | "no further use for politeness,"<|quote|>he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted,</|quote|>"Very well, and we have | going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness,"<|quote|>he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted,</|quote|>"Very well, and we have no use for you," and | something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness,"<|quote|>he ... | overturn, so characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the... | sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery w... | with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really unders... | link between them at last that link outside either participant that is necessary to every relationship. In the language of theology, their union had been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he added du... | what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them suffer from restlessness. She found something soothing, some solution of her queer troubles here." After a silence... | A Passage To India |
"Very well, and we have no use for you," | Dr. Aziz | because it's rude. Aziz retorted,<|quote|>"Very well, and we have no use for you,"</|quote|>and glared at him with | Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted,<|quote|>"Very well, and we have no use for you,"</|quote|>and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away | hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted,<|quo... | its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a goo... | wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of... | I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old ... | In the language of theology, their union had been blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, ... | about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh, "I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why ... | A Passage To India |
and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: | No speaker | have no use for you,"<|quote|>and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said:</|quote|>"Away from us, Indians go | retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you,"<|quote|>and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said:</|quote|>"Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look | enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you,"<|quote|>and glared at... | the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted e... | his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die befor... | they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presu... | blessed. He could assure Aziz that Stella was not only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy real... | to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." ... | A Passage To India |
"Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." | Cyril Fielding | with abstract hate. Fielding said:<|quote|>"Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems."</|quote|>"Jolly good poems, I'm getting | you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said:<|quote|>"Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems."</|quote|>"Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." "Yes, and | to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said:<|quote|>"Away from us, Indian... | he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, pe... | shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend they flitte... | dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, s... | only faithful to him, but likely to become more so; and trying to express what was not clear to himself, he added dully that different people had different points of view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind h... | think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fe... | A Passage To India |
"Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." | Dr. Aziz | charms. Look at your poems."<|quote|>"Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side."</|quote|>"Yes, and what do they | medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems."<|quote|>"Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side."</|quote|>"Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and | Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems."<|quote|>"Jolly good poems, I'm getting publis... | Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retor... | disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend they flitted next; he thought of his wife; and then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuous overturn, so characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in... | except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh, "I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its form... | view. "If you won't talk about the Marabar to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought... | don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow sti... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" | Cyril Fielding | I'm getting published Bombay side."<|quote|>"Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!"</|quote|>Aziz grew more excited. He | your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side."<|quote|>"Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!"</|quote|>Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his sti... | use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side."<|quote|>"Yes, and what do they s... | knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," an... | Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend they flitted next; he thought of his wife; and then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuous overturn, so characteristic of his spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jung... | old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh, "I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I... | to Stella, why won't you talk to Ralph? He is a wise boy really. And (same metaphor) he rides a little behind her, though with her." "Tell him also, I have nothing to say to him, but he is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this i... | be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." Whe... | A Passage To India |
Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: | No speaker | Jamila's faces. A nice situation!"<|quote|>Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried:</|quote|>"Clear out, all you Turtons | who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!"<|quote|>Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried:</|quote|>"Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to | Look at your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." "Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!"<|quote|>Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stir... | abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good poem... | like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardene... | brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They won't talk to me about this. They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph agai... | is indeed a wise boy and has always one Indian friend. I partly love him because he brought me back to you to say good-bye. For this is good-bye, Cyril, though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it." He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid mis... | Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrim... | A Passage To India |
"Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." | Dr. Aziz | in a battle. He cried:<|quote|>"Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake."</|quote|>His horse did rear. "Clear | rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried:<|quote|>"Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake."</|quote|>His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. | Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried:<|quote|>"Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to... | seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." "Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and se... | hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going t... | mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound f... | though to think about it will spoil our ride and make us sad." "No, we won't think about it." He too felt that this was their last free intercourse. All the stupid misunderstandings had been cleared up, but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he ... | its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will... | A Passage To India |
His horse did rear. | No speaker | don't you make any mistake."<|quote|>His horse did rear.</|quote|>"Clear out, clear out, I | committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake."<|quote|>His horse did rear.</|quote|>"Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put | hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake."<|quote|>His horse did rear.</|quote|>"Clear out, clear out, I... | say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "... | trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate.... | meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect yo... | but socially they had no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Would he to-day defy all his own people for the sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were p... | namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they have seen the Friend they flitted next; he thought of his wife; and then the whole semi-mystic, semi-sensuo... | A Passage To India |
"Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." | Dr. Aziz | mistake." His horse did rear.<|quote|>"Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time."</|quote|>He paused, and the scenery, | reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear.<|quote|>"Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time."</|quote|>He paused,... | Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear.<|quote|>"Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so mu... | and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you T... | they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us... | about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is ... | no meeting-place. He had thrown in his lot with Anglo-India by marrying a countrywoman, and he was acquiring some of its limitations, and already felt surprise at his own past heroism. Would he to-day defy all his own people for the sake of a stray Indian? Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, ye... | their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sig... | A Passage To India |
He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those o... | No speaker | aha! Then is our time."<|quote|>He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenitie... | the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time."<|quote|>He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance ... | His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time."<|quote|>He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a... | hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we ... | at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." "Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will... | he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die before they ha... | Aziz was a memento, a trophy, they were proud of each other, yet they must inevitably part. And, anxious to make what he could of this last afternoon, he forced himself to speak intimately about his wife, the person most dear to him. He said: "From her point of view, Mau has been a success. It calmed her both of them s... | was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the... | A Passage To India |
"Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" | Cyril Fielding | the shrine had almost shut.<|quote|>"Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?"</|quote|>jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, | of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut.<|quote|>"Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?"</|quote|>jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." | which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut.<|quote|>"Who... | the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of etern... | his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse ... | due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good kn... | he continued: "Do you know anything about this Krishna business?" "My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another... | way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really ca... | A Passage To India |
jeered Fielding, drawing rein. | No speaker | of the English? The Japanese?"<|quote|>jeered Fielding, drawing rein.</|quote|>"No, the Afghans. My own | "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?"<|quote|>jeered Fielding, drawing rein.</|quote|>"No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends | its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?"<|quote|>jeered F... | He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those o... | hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we ... | with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, ... | "My dear chap, officially they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discove... | perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at o... | A Passage To India |
"No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." | Dr. Aziz | Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein.<|quote|>"No, the Afghans. My own ancestors."</|quote|>"Oh, your Hindu friends will | instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein.<|quote|>"No, the Afghans. My own ancestors."</|quote|>"Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" "It | relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein.<|quote|>"No,... | scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blo... | Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffe... | "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were go... | they call it Gokul Ashtami. All the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, i... | They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the Britis... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" | Cyril Fielding | the Afghans. My own ancestors."<|quote|>"Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?"</|quote|>"It will be arranged a | jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors."<|quote|>"Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?"</|quote|>"It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen." "It | and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors."<|quote... | a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies... | battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame yo... | spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because th... | the State offices are closed, but how else should it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless di... | wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to ... | A Passage To India |
"It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen." | Dr. Aziz | will like that, won't they?"<|quote|>"It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen."</|quote|>"It will indeed be arranged." | ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?"<|quote|>"It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen."</|quote|>"It will indeed be arranged." "Old story of We will | trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?"<|quote|>"It wil... | a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates ros... | Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until En... | alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for po... | it concern you and me?" "Gokul is the village where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches ... | spiritual life, came to end like a landslip and rested in its due place, and he found himself riding in the jungle with his dear Cyril. "Oh, shut up," he said. "Don't spoil our last hour with foolish questions. Leave Krishna alone, and talk about something sensible." They did. All the way back to Mau they wrangled abou... | A Passage To India |
"It will indeed be arranged." | Cyril Fielding | a conference of Oriental statesmen."<|quote|>"It will indeed be arranged."</|quote|>"Old story of We will | they?" "It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen."<|quote|>"It will indeed be arranged."</|quote|>"Old story of We will rob every man and rape | The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" "It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen."<|quote|>"It w... | that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of dai... | now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but i... | the way back to Mau they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire reall... | where Krishna was born well, more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do no... | rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting publishe... | A Passage To India |
"Old story of We will rob every man and rape every woman from Peshawar to Calcutta,' I suppose, which you get some nobody to repeat and then quote every week in the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!" | Dr. Aziz | "It will indeed be arranged."<|quote|>"Old story of We will rob every man and rape every woman from Peshawar to Calcutta,' I suppose, which you get some nobody to repeat and then quote every week in the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!"</|quote|>Still he couldn't quite fit | a conference of Oriental statesmen." "It will indeed be arranged."<|quote|>"Old story of We will rob every man and rape every woman from Peshawar to Calcutta,' I suppose, which you get some nobody to repeat and then quote every week in the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!"</|quote|>Still h... | were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" "It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen." "It will indeed be arranged."<|quote|>"Ol... | upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the ... | we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European wa... | they wrangled about politics. Each had hardened since Chandrapore, and a good knock about proved enjoyable. They trusted each other, although they were going to part, perhaps because they were going to part. Fielding had "no further use for politeness," he said, meaning that the British Empire really can't be abolished... | more or less born, for there's the same hovering between it and another village as between Bethlehem and Nazareth. What I want to discover is its spiritual side, if it has one." "It is useless discussing Hindus with me. Living with them teaches me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy... | to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to ... | A Passage To India |
Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: | No speaker | into retaining you! We know!"<|quote|>Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted:</|quote|>"India shall be a nation! | in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!"<|quote|>Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted:</|quote|>"India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! | Oriental statesmen." "It will indeed be arranged." "Old story of We will rob every man and rape every woman from Peshawar to Calcutta,' I suppose, which you get some nobody to repeat and then quote every week in the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!"<|quote|>Still he couldn't quite fit in A... | the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" "It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen.... | ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him ... | that the British Empire really can't be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charm... | me no more. When I think I annoy them, I do not. When I think I don't annoy them, I do. Perhaps they will sack me for tumbling on to their dolls'-house; on the other hand, perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them... | who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see y... | A Passage To India |
"India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!" | Dr. Aziz | a mother-land. Then he shouted:<|quote|>"India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!"</|quote|>India a nation! What an | had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted:<|quote|>"India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!"</|quote|>India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last comer to the | week in the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!" Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted:<|quote|>"India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any ... | Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" "It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen." "It will indeed be arranged." "Old story of We will rob every man and rape every woman from Peshawar to Calcutta,' I suppose, which you get some nobody to repeat and then quote every week in the _Pioneer_ in order to fr... | on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; g... | to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." "Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and... | perhaps they will double my salary. Time will prove. Why so curious about them?" "It's difficult to explain. I never really understood or liked them, except an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little... | Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know yo... | A Passage To India |
India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last comer to the drab nineteenth-century sisterhood! Waddling in at this hour of the world to take her seat! She, whose only peer was the Holy Roman Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, ... | No speaker | Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!"<|quote|>India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last comer to the drab nineteenth-century sisterhood! Waddling in at this hour of the world to take her seat! She, whose only peer was the Holy Roman Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz ... | all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!"<|quote|>India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last comer to the drab nineteenth-century sisterhood! Waddling in at this hour of the world to take her seat! She, whose only peer was the Holy Roman Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fieldi... | was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!"<|quote|>India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last c... | rob every man and rape every woman from Peshawar to Calcutta,' I suppose, which you get some nobody to repeat and then quote every week in the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!" Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until h... | Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost sh... | good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." "Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" Aziz grew more excited. He rose in his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head ... | an occasional scrap of Godbole. Does the old fellow still say" Come, come?'" "Oh, presumably." Fielding sighed, opened his lips, shut them, then said with a little laugh, "I can't explain, because it isn't in words at all, but why do my wife and her brother like Hinduism, though they take no interest in its forms? They... | If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European... | A Passage To India |
"Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" | Dr. Aziz | what to do, and cried:<|quote|>"Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman... | way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried:<|quote|>"Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall driv... | Waddling in at this hour of the world to take her seat! She, whose only peer was the Holy Roman Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried:<|quote|>"Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. ... | he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!" India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last comer to the drab nineteenth-century sisterhood! Waddling in at this hour of ... | Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" "It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen." "It will indeed be arranged." "Old story of We will rob every man and rape every woman from Peshawar to Calcutta,' I suppose, which you get some nob... | it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put t... | They know I think a certain side of their lives is a mistake, and are shy. That's why I wish you would talk to them, for at all events you're Oriental." Aziz refused to reply. He didn't want to meet Stella and Ralph again, knew they didn't want to meet him, was incurious about their secrets, and felt good old Cyril to ... | know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse did rear. "Clear out, clear out, I say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulti... | A Passage To India |
he rode against him furiously | No speaker | into the sea, and then"<|quote|>he rode against him furiously</|quote|>"and then," he concluded, half | shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then"<|quote|>he rode against him furiously</|quote|>"and then," he concluded, half kissing him, "you and I | out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then"<|quote|>he rode against him furiously</|quote|>"and then," ... | to take her seat! She, whose only peer was the Holy Roman Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. W... | then quote every week in the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!" Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigner... | say. Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a t... | good old Cyril to be a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely... | be abolished because it's rude. Aziz retorted, "Very well, and we have no use for you," and glared at him with abstract hate. Fielding said: "Away from us, Indians go to seed at once. Look at the King-Emperor High School! Look at you, forgetting your medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good p... | A Passage To India |
"and then," | Dr. Aziz | he rode against him furiously<|quote|>"and then,"</|quote|>he concluded, half kissing him, | into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously<|quote|>"and then,"</|quote|>he concluded, half kissing him, "you and I shall be | I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously<|quote|>"and then,"</|quote|>he concluded, half kissing him, ... | whose only peer was the Holy Roman Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another,... | the _Pioneer_ in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!" Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and ... | to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God... | a bit clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When h... | medicine and going back to charms. Look at your poems." "Jolly good poems, I'm getting published Bombay side." "Yes, and what do they say? Free our women and India will be free. Try it, my lad. Free your own lady in the first place, and see who'll wash Ahmed Karim and Jamila's faces. A nice situation!" Aziz grew more e... | A Passage To India |
he concluded, half kissing him, | No speaker | against him furiously "and then,"<|quote|>he concluded, half kissing him,</|quote|>"you and I shall be | sea, and then" he rode against him furiously "and then,"<|quote|>he concluded, half kissing him,</|quote|>"you and I shall be friends." "Why can't we be | We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously "and then,"<|quote|>he concluded, half kissing him,</|quote|>"you an... | peer was the Holy Roman Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hat... | in order to frighten us into retaining you! We know!" Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sik... | much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so lo... | clumsy. Something not a sight, but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had ... | Why are we put to so much suffering? We used to blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple... | A Passage To India |
"you and I shall be friends." | Dr. Aziz | he concluded, half kissing him,<|quote|>"you and I shall be friends."</|quote|>"Why can't we be friends | against him furiously "and then," he concluded, half kissing him,<|quote|>"you and I shall be friends."</|quote|>"Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding | but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously "and then," he concluded, half kissing him,<|quote|>"you and I shall be friends."</|quote|>"W... | Empire, she shall rank with Guatemala and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't m... | into retaining you! We know!" Still he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! ... | blame you, now we blame ourselves, we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took ... | but a sound flitted past him, and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the sce... | on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; g... | A Passage To India |
"Why can't we be friends now?" | Cyril Fielding | and I shall be friends."<|quote|>"Why can't we be friends now?"</|quote|>said the other, holding him | concluded, half kissing him, "you and I shall be friends."<|quote|>"Why can't we be friends now?"</|quote|>said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. | I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously "and then," he concluded, half kissing him, "you and I shall be friends."<|quote|>"Why can't we be friends now?"</|quo... | and Belgium perhaps! Fielding mocked again. And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if... | he couldn't quite fit in Afghans at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hu... | we grow wiser. Until England is in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a ... | and caused him to re-read his letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow... | his stirrups and pulled at his horse's head in the hope it would rear. Then he should feel in a battle. He cried: "Clear out, all you Turtons and Burtons. We wanted to know you ten years back now it's too late. If we see you and sit on your committees, it's for political reasons, don't you make any mistake." His horse ... | A Passage To India |
said the other, holding him affectionately. | No speaker | can't we be friends now?"<|quote|>said the other, holding him affectionately.</|quote|>"It's what I want. It's | I shall be friends." "Why can't we be friends now?"<|quote|>said the other, holding him affectionately.</|quote|>"It's what I want. It's what you want." But the | will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously "and then," he concluded, half kissing him, "you and I shall be friends." "Why can't we be friends now?"<|quote|>said the other, holding him affe... | And Aziz in an awful rage danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get ... | at Mau, and, finding he was in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!" India a nation! What an ap... | in difficulties we keep silent, but in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to... | letter to Miss Quested. Hadn't he wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflie... | shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestors." "Oh, your Hindu friends will like that, won't they?" "It will be arranged a conference of Oriental statesmen." "It will indeed be arranged." "Old story of We will rob every... | A Passage To India |
"It's what I want. It's what you want." | Cyril Fielding | the other, holding him affectionately.<|quote|>"It's what I want. It's what you want."</|quote|>But the horses didn't want | we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately.<|quote|>"It's what I want. It's what you want."</|quote|>But the horses didn't want it they swerved apart; the | five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously "and then," he concluded, half kissing him, "you and I shall be friends." "Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately.<|quote|>"It's what I want. I... | danced this way and that, not knowing what to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall ... | in a corner, made his horse rear again until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!" India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last comer to the ... | in the next European war aha, aha! Then is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of et... | wanted to say something else to her? Taking out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of... | and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relation to those of our flesh... | A Passage To India |
But the horses didn't want it they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they issued from the gap and saw Mau beneath: they didn't want it, they sa... | No speaker | want. It's what you want."<|quote|>But the horses didn't want it they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they issued from the gap and saw Mau be... | him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want."<|quote|>But the horses didn't want it they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the Guest House, that came into view as they i... | yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea, and then" he rode against him furiously "and then," he concluded, half kissing him, "you and I shall be friends." "Why can't we be friends now?" said the other, holding him affectionately. "It's what I want. It's what you want."<|quote|>But the horses didn't wa... | to do, and cried: "Down with the English anyhow. That's certain. Clear out, you fellows, double quick, I say. We may hate one another, but we hate you most. If I don't make you go, Ahmed will, Karim will, if it's fifty five-hundred years we shall get rid of you, yes, we shall drive every blasted Englishman into the sea... | until he remembered that he had, or ought to have, a mother-land. Then he shouted: "India shall be a nation! No foreigners of any sort! Hindu and Moslem and Sikh and all shall be one! Hurrah! Hurrah for India! Hurrah! Hurrah!" India a nation! What an apotheosis! Last comer to the drab nineteenth-century sisterhood! Wad... | is our time." He paused, and the scenery, though it smiled, fell like a gravestone on any human hope. They cantered past a temple to Hanuman God so loved the world that he took monkey's flesh upon him and past a Saivite temple, which invited to lust, but under the semblance of eternity, its obscenities bearing no relat... | out his pen, he added: "For my own part, I shall henceforth connect you with the name that is very sacred in my mind, namely, Mrs. Moore." When he had finished, the mirror of the scenery was shattered, the meadow disintegrated into butterflies. A poem about Mecca the Caaba of Union the thorn-bushes where pilgrims die b... | our flesh and blood. They splashed through butterflies and frogs; great trees with leaves like plates rose among the brushwood. The divisions of daily life were returning, the shrine had almost shut. "Who do you want instead of the English? The Japanese?" jeered Fielding, drawing rein. "No, the Afghans. My own ancestor... | A Passage To India |
PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini | No speaker | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lu... | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lu... | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lu... | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lu... | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lu... | <|quote|>PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini</|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lu... | A Room With A View |
"The Signora had no business to do it," | Miss Bartlett | ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini<|quote|>"The Signora had no business to do it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | A Room With A View |
said Miss Bartlett, | No speaker | no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She | The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett,</|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | A Room With A View |
"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" | Miss Bartlett | do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said | Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett,<|quote|>"no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"</|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!" said Luc... | A Room With A View |
"And a Cockney, besides!" | Lucy | long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Lucy, who had been | into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Luc... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!"<|quote|>"And a Cockney, besides!"</|quote|>said Luc... | A Room With A View |
said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. | No speaker | Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent.</|quote|>"It might be London." She | a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent.</|quote|>"It might be London." She looked at the two rows | I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who had been further sa... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who ha... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who ha... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who ha... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who ha... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!"<|quote|>said Lucy, who ha... | A Room With A View |
"It might be London." | Lucy | by the Signora's unexpected accent.<|quote|>"It might be London."</|quote|>She looked at the two | who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent.<|quote|>"It might be London."</|quote|>She looked at the two rows of English people who | Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent.<|quote|>"It might be London... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English ch... | No speaker | accent. "It might be London."<|quote|>She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily f... | saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London."<|quote|>She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung... | at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London."<|quote|>She looked at the two row... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." | Lucy | other decoration of the wall.<|quote|>"Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired."</|quote|>"This meat has surely been | Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall.<|quote|>"Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired."</|quote|>"This meat has surely been used for soup," said Miss | of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall.<|quote|>"Charlotte, don't you feel, too,... | way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people;... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"This meat has surely been used for soup," | Miss Bartlett | is one's being so tired."<|quote|>"This meat has surely been used for soup,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, laying down | just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired."<|quote|>"This meat has surely been used for soup,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so | the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired."<|quote|>"This meat has surely been used for sou... | people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. | No speaker | surely been used for soup,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork.</|quote|>"I want so to see | so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork.</|quote|>"I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the | Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork.</... | the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of ... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" | Lucy | Bartlett, laying down her fork.<|quote|>"I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!"</|quote|>"Any nook does for me," | used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork.<|quote|>"I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!"</|quote|>"Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it | of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork.<|quote|>"I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Si... | and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you fe... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"Any nook does for me," | Miss Bartlett | Oh, it is a shame!"<|quote|>"Any nook does for me,"</|quote|>Miss Bartlett continued; "but it | to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!"<|quote|>"Any nook does for me,"</|quote|>Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you | has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!"<|quote|>"Any nook does for me,"</|quote|>Miss Bartlett continued; "but i... | church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartle... | close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at th... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
Miss Bartlett continued; | No speaker | "Any nook does for me,"<|quote|>Miss Bartlett continued;</|quote|>"but it does seem hard | Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me,"<|quote|>Miss Bartlett continued;</|quote|>"but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a | soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me,"<|quote|>Miss Bartlett continued;</|quote|>"but it does seem hard that you... | A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I wan... | here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water a... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view." | Miss Bartlett | for me," Miss Bartlett continued;<|quote|>"but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view."</|quote|>Lucy felt that she had | a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued;<|quote|>"but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view."</|quote|>Lucy felt that she had been selfish. "Charlotte, you mustn't | Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued;<|quote|>"but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view."</... | was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the ... | rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles ... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
Lucy felt that she had been selfish. | No speaker | you shouldn't have a view."<|quote|>Lucy felt that she had been selfish.</|quote|>"Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: | it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view."<|quote|>Lucy felt that she had been selfish.</|quote|>"Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look | Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view."<|quote|>Lucy felt that she had been selfish.</|quote|>"Charlott... | feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have ... | Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portrai... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran bet... | A Room With A View |
"Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--" | Lucy | that she had been selfish.<|quote|>"Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--"</|quote|>"You must have it," said | have a view." Lucy felt that she had been selfish.<|quote|>"Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--"</|quote|>"You must have it," said Miss Bartlett, part of whose | in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view." Lucy felt that she had been selfish.<|quote|>"Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look... | London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signo... | who had been further saddened by the Signora's unexpected accent. "It might be London." She looked at the two rows of English people who were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laure... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"You must have it," | Miss Bartlett | vacant room in the front--"<|quote|>"You must have it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, part of | I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--"<|quote|>"You must have it,"</|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid | "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view." Lucy felt that she had been selfish. "Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--"<|quote|>"You must have it,"</|quote|>said Miss ... | has surely been used for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard ... | were sitting at the table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy's mother--a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion. | No speaker | front--" "You must have it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy's mother--a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion.</|quote|>"No, no. You must have | first vacant room in the front--" "You must have it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy's mother--a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion.</|quote|>"No, no. You must have it." "I insist on it. | me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view." Lucy felt that she had been selfish. "Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--" "You must have it,"<|quote|>said Miss Bartlett, part of whose trav... | for soup," said Miss Bartlett, laying down her fork. "I want so to see the Arno. The rooms the Signora promised us in her letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't ha... | table; at the row of white bottles of water and red bottles of wine that ran between the English people; at the portraits of the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other deco... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"No, no. You must have it." | Lucy | made many a tactful allusion.<|quote|>"No, no. You must have it."</|quote|>"I insist on it. Your | of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion.<|quote|>"No, no. You must have it."</|quote|>"I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, | mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--" "You must have it," said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy's mother--a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion.<|quote|>"No, no. You must have it."</|... | letter would have looked over the Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view." Lucy felt that she had been selfish. "Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno,... | the late Queen and the late Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy." | Miss Bartlett | no. You must have it."<|quote|>"I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy."</|quote|>"She would never forgive me." | many a tactful allusion. "No, no. You must have it."<|quote|>"I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy."</|quote|>"She would never forgive me." The ladies' voices grew animated, | must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--" "You must have it," said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy's mother--a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion. "No, no. You must have it."<|quote|>"I insist on it. Your mother would ... | Arno. The Signora had no business to do it at all. Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view." Lucy felt that she had been selfish. "Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vaca... | Poet Laureate that hung behind the English people, heavily framed; at the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I ... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
"She would never forgive me." | Lucy | would never forgive me, Lucy."<|quote|>"She would never forgive me."</|quote|>The ladies' voices grew animated, | insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy."<|quote|>"She would never forgive me."</|quote|>The ladies' voices grew animated, and--if the sad truth be | vacant room in the front--" "You must have it," said Miss Bartlett, part of whose travelling expenses were paid by Lucy's mother--a piece of generosity to which she made many a tactful allusion. "No, no. You must have it." "I insist on it. Your mother would never forgive me, Lucy."<|quote|>"She would never forgive me."... | Oh, it is a shame!" "Any nook does for me," Miss Bartlett continued; "but it does seem hard that you shouldn't have a view." Lucy felt that she had been selfish. "Charlotte, you mustn't spoil me: of course, you must look over the Arno, too. I meant that. The first vacant room in the front--" "You must have it," said Mi... | the notice of the English church (Rev. Cuthbert Eager, M. A. Oxon.), that was the only other decoration of the wall. "Charlotte, don't you feel, too, that we might be in London? I can hardly believe that all kinds of other things are just outside. I suppose it is one's being so tired." "This meat has surely been used f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | PART ONE Chapter I: The Bertolini "The Signora had no business to do it," said Miss Bartlett, "no business at all. She promised us south rooms with a view close together, instead of which here are north rooms, looking into a courtyard, and a long way apart. Oh, Lucy!" "And a Cockney, besides!" said Lucy, who had been f... | A Room With A View |
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