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"Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." | Dr. Aziz | "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped.<|quote|>"Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems."</|quote|>"I have taken them off." | and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped.<|quote|>"Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems."</|quote|>"I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them | to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped.<|quote|>"Madam, this is a mos... | the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Be... | returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a ... | dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of religion or love. A mosque by winning his approval let loose his imagination. The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was... | as too little, indeed the coin that buys the exact truth has not yet been minted. "Then I will write him a letter." He was offered the use of the house, but was too dignified to enter it. Paper and ink were brought on to the verandah. He began: "Dear Sir, At your express command I have hastened as a subordinate should ... | love. A mosque by winning his approval let loose his imagination. The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both... | A Passage To India |
"I have taken them off." | Mrs. Moore | a holy place for Moslems."<|quote|>"I have taken them off."</|quote|>"You have?" "I left them | off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems."<|quote|>"I have taken them off."</|quote|>"You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I | and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems."<|quote|>"I have taken them off."</|qu... | the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly h... | a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly und... | winning his approval let loose his imagination. The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and dur... | the use of the house, but was too dignified to enter it. Paper and ink were brought on to the verandah. He began: "Dear Sir, At your express command I have hastened as a subordinate should " and then stopped. "Tell him I have called, that is sufficient," he said, tearing the protest up. "Here is my card. Call me a tong... | The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found thei... | A Passage To India |
"You have?" | Dr. Aziz | "I have taken them off."<|quote|>"You have?"</|quote|>"I left them at the | a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off."<|quote|>"You have?"</|quote|>"I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your | out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off."<|quote|>"You have?"</|quote|>"I left them at ... | phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and s... | but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will a... | his imagination. The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his th... | but was too dignified to enter it. Paper and ink were brought on to the verandah. He began: "Dear Sir, At your express command I have hastened as a subordinate should " and then stopped. "Tell him I have called, that is sufficient," he said, tearing the protest up. "Here is my card. Call me a tonga." "Huzoor, all are a... | and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands o... | A Passage To India |
"I left them at the entrance." | Mrs. Moore | taken them off." "You have?"<|quote|>"I left them at the entrance."</|quote|>"Then I ask your pardon." | place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?"<|quote|>"I left them at the entrance."</|quote|>"Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved | the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?"<|quote|>"I left them at the entrance."</|q... | tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Mad... | perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach... | The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found thei... | too dignified to enter it. Paper and ink were brought on to the verandah. He began: "Dear Sir, At your express command I have hastened as a subordinate should " and then stopped. "Tell him I have called, that is sufficient," he said, tearing the protest up. "Here is my card. Call me a tonga." "Huzoor, all are at the cl... | Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But... | A Passage To India |
"Then I ask your pardon." | Dr. Aziz | left them at the entrance."<|quote|>"Then I ask your pardon."</|quote|>Still startled, the woman moved | them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance."<|quote|>"Then I ask your pardon."</|quote|>Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between | angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance."<|quote|>"Then I ask your pardon."</|quote|>Still sta... | he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh... | passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I li... | Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall th... | and ink were brought on to the verandah. He began: "Dear Sir, At your express command I have hastened as a subordinate should " and then stopped. "Tell him I have called, that is sufficient," he said, tearing the protest up. "Here is my card. Call me a tonga." "Huzoor, all are at the club." "Then telephone for one down... | the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he kn... | A Passage To India |
Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, | No speaker | "Then I ask your pardon."<|quote|>Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her,</|quote|>"I am truly sorry for | left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon."<|quote|>Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her,</|quote|>"I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, | Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon."<|quote|>Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the abl... | the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasp... | happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on t... | bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the ... | to the verandah. He began: "Dear Sir, At your express command I have hastened as a subordinate should " and then stopped. "Tell him I have called, that is sufficient," he said, tearing the protest up. "Here is my card. Call me a tonga." "Huzoor, all are at the club." "Then telephone for one down to the railway station.... | country. At the edge of the civil station he turned into a mosque to rest. He had always liked this mosque. It was gracious, and the arrangement pleased him. The courtyard entered through a ruined gate contained an ablution tank of fresh clear water, which was always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit that suppl... | A Passage To India |
"I am truly sorry for speaking." | Dr. Aziz | them. He called after her,<|quote|>"I am truly sorry for speaking."</|quote|>"Yes, I was right, was | out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her,<|quote|>"I am truly sorry for speaking."</|quote|>"Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove | here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her,<|quote|>"I am truly sorry for speaking."</... | itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have tak... | with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always... | country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur o... | a subordinate should " and then stopped. "Tell him I have called, that is sufficient," he said, tearing the protest up. "Here is my card. Call me a tonga." "Huzoor, all are at the club." "Then telephone for one down to the railway station." And since the man hastened to do this he said, "Enough, enough, I prefer to wal... | Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" | Mrs. Moore | am truly sorry for speaking."<|quote|>"Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?"</|quote|>"Of course, but so few | He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking."<|quote|>"Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?"</|quote|>"Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially | taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking."<|quote|>"Yes, I was right, was I not? ... | his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a hol... | me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret un... | than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he ... | stopped. "Tell him I have called, that is sufficient," he said, tearing the protest up. "Here is my card. Call me a tonga." "Huzoor, all are at the club." "Then telephone for one down to the railway station." And since the man hastened to do this he said, "Enough, enough, I prefer to walk." He commandeered a match and ... | body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra... | A Passage To India |
"Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." | Dr. Aziz | my shoes, I am allowed?"<|quote|>"Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see."</|quote|>"That makes no difference. God | I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?"<|quote|>"Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see."</|quote|>"That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let | off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?"<|quote|>"Of course, but so few ladies take the ... | stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entra... | those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as... | exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community... | "Here is my card. Call me a tonga." "Huzoor, all are at the club." "Then telephone for one down to the railway station." And since the man hastened to do this he said, "Enough, enough, I prefer to walk." He commandeered a match and lit a cigarette. These attentions, though purchased, soothed him. They would last as lon... | under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regard... | A Passage To India |
"That makes no difference. God is here." | Mrs. Moore | one is there to see."<|quote|>"That makes no difference. God is here."</|quote|>"Madam!" "Please let me go." | trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see."<|quote|>"That makes no difference. God is here."</|quote|>"Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you | moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see."<|quote|>"That makes no difference. God is here."</|q... | woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He ca... | had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached i... | that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, be... | down to the railway station." And since the man hastened to do this he said, "Enough, enough, I prefer to walk." He commandeered a match and lit a cigarette. These attentions, though purchased, soothed him. They would last as long as he had rupees, which is something. But to shake the dust of Anglo-India off his feet! ... | too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who h... | A Passage To India |
"Madam!" | Dr. Aziz | no difference. God is here."<|quote|>"Madam!"</|quote|>"Please let me go." "Oh, | there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here."<|quote|>"Madam!"</|quote|>"Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some | He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here."<|quote|>"Madam!"</|quote|>"Please let me go." "Oh, can I do yo... | you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for sp... | of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his... | The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him,... | the man hastened to do this he said, "Enough, enough, I prefer to walk." He commandeered a match and lit a cigarette. These attentions, though purchased, soothed him. They would last as long as he had rupees, which is something. But to shake the dust of Anglo-India off his feet! To escape from the net and be back among... | usual; its effect was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out blac... | A Passage To India |
"Please let me go." | Mrs. Moore | difference. God is here." "Madam!"<|quote|>"Please let me go."</|quote|>"Oh, can I do you | to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!"<|quote|>"Please let me go."</|quote|>"Oh, can I do you some service now or at | called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!"<|quote|>"Please let me go."</|quote|>"Oh, can I do you s... | have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaki... | a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his bl... | ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and... | man hastened to do this he said, "Enough, enough, I prefer to walk." He commandeered a match and lit a cigarette. These attentions, though purchased, soothed him. They would last as long as he had rupees, which is something. But to shake the dust of Anglo-India off his feet! To escape from the net and be back among man... | approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" | Dr. Aziz | "Madam!" "Please let me go."<|quote|>"Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?"</|quote|>"No, thank you, really none | no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go."<|quote|>"Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?"</|quote|>"No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know | am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go."<|quote|>"Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time... | at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was ri... | regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat fir... | him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a ... | this he said, "Enough, enough, I prefer to walk." He commandeered a match and lit a cigarette. These attentions, though purchased, soothed him. They would last as long as he had rupees, which is something. But to shake the dust of Anglo-India off his feet! To escape from the net and be back among manners and gestures t... | had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached i... | A Passage To India |
"No, thank you, really none good night." | Mrs. Moore | now or at any time?"<|quote|>"No, thank you, really none good night."</|quote|>"May I know your name?" | I do you some service now or at any time?"<|quote|>"No, thank you, really none good night."</|quote|>"May I know your name?" She was now in the | If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?"<|quote|>"No, thank you, really none good night."</|quote|>"May I ... | holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of... | The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out in... | the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoo... | match and lit a cigarette. These attentions, though purchased, soothed him. They would last as long as he had rupees, which is something. But to shake the dust of Anglo-India off his feet! To escape from the net and be back among manners and gestures that he knew! He began a walk, an unwonted exercise. He was an athlet... | tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he ... | A Passage To India |
"May I know your name?" | Dr. Aziz | you, really none good night."<|quote|>"May I know your name?"</|quote|>She was now in the | at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night."<|quote|>"May I know your name?"</|quote|>She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so | allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night."<|quote|>"May I know your name?"</|quote|>She was no... | them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the tro... | repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiousl... | On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . ... | though purchased, soothed him. They would last as long as he had rupees, which is something. But to shake the dust of Anglo-India off his feet! To escape from the net and be back among manners and gestures that he knew! He began a walk, an unwonted exercise. He was an athletic little man, daintily put together, but rea... | was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze s... | A Passage To India |
She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, | No speaker | "May I know your name?"<|quote|>She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice,</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he | you, really none good night." "May I know your name?"<|quote|>She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice,</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. | few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?"<|quote|>She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so tha... | left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinki... | in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Ma... | the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deli... | would last as long as he had rupees, which is something. But to shake the dust of Anglo-India off his feet! To escape from the net and be back among manners and gestures that he knew! He began a walk, an unwonted exercise. He was an athletic little man, daintily put together, but really very strong. Nevertheless walkin... | on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of religion or love. A mosque by winning his approval let loose his imagination. The temple of another cre... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore." | Mrs. Moore | with a change of voice,<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore."</|quote|>"Mrs." Advancing, he found that | saw his, and she said with a change of voice,<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore."</|quote|>"Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric | do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice,<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore."</|quote|>"Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabri... | for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, real... | ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this i... | bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never ... | among manners and gestures that he knew! He began a walk, an unwonted exercise. He was an athletic little man, daintily put together, but really very strong. Nevertheless walking fatigued him, as it fatigues everyone in India except the new-comer. There is something hostile in that soil. It either yields, and the foot ... | over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers sm... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs." | Dr. Aziz | change of voice, "Mrs. Moore."<|quote|>"Mrs."</|quote|>Advancing, he found that she | and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore."<|quote|>"Mrs."</|quote|>Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger | some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore."<|quote|>"Mrs."</|quote|>Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigge... | "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good ni... | his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a hol... | corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. So... | and gestures that he knew! He began a walk, an unwonted exercise. He was an athletic little man, daintily put together, but really very strong. Nevertheless walking fatigued him, as it fatigues everyone in India except the new-comer. There is something hostile in that soil. It either yields, and the foot sinks into a d... | more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On th... | A Passage To India |
Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. | No speaker | of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs."<|quote|>Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, I am afraid | she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs."<|quote|>Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, I a... | service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs."<|quote|>Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mos... | I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." ... | blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy pl... | he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day ... | gestures that he knew! He began a walk, an unwonted exercise. He was an athletic little man, daintily put together, but really very strong. Nevertheless walking fatigued him, as it fatigues everyone in India except the new-comer. There is something hostile in that soil. It either yields, and the foot sinks into a depre... | so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the ... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." | Dr. Aziz | Her voice had deceived him.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India."</|quote|>"Yes how did you know?" | red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India."</|quote|>"Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address | of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall... | can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger th... | all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right... | decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of ye... | either yields, and the foot sinks into a depression, or else it is unexpectedly rigid and sharp, pressing stones or crystals against the tread. A series of these little surprises exhausts; and he was wearing pumps, a poor preparation for any country. At the edge of the civil station he turned into a mosque to rest. He ... | many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the... | A Passage To India |
"Yes how did you know?" | Mrs. Moore | are newly arrived in India."<|quote|>"Yes how did you know?"</|quote|>"By the way you address | fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India."<|quote|>"Yes how did you know?"</|quote|>"By the way you address me. No, but can I | older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India."<|quote|>"Yes how did you know?"</|quote|>"By the way y... | he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had... | startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God i... | he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of... | wearing pumps, a poor preparation for any country. At the edge of the civil station he turned into a mosque to rest. He had always liked this mosque. It was gracious, and the arrangement pleased him. The courtyard entered through a ruined gate contained an ablution tank of fresh clear water, which was always in motion,... | But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, an... | A Passage To India |
"By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" | Dr. Aziz | "Yes how did you know?"<|quote|>"By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?"</|quote|>"I have only come from | are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?"<|quote|>"By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?"</|quote|>"I have only come from the club. They are doing | a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?"<|quote|>"By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a car... | face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. ... | keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let m... | it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and re... | for any country. At the edge of the civil station he turned into a mosque to rest. He had always liked this mosque. It was gracious, and the arrangement pleased him. The courtyard entered through a ruined gate contained an ablution tank of fresh clear water, which was always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit th... | Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the c... | A Passage To India |
"I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." | Mrs. Moore | I call you a carriage?"<|quote|>"I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot."</|quote|>"What was the name of | address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?"<|quote|>"I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot."</|quote|>"What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." | am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?"<|quote|>"I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I ... | Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our f... | speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really n... | without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The s... | mosque to rest. He had always liked this mosque. It was gracious, and the arrangement pleased him. The courtyard entered through a ruined gate contained an ablution tank of fresh clear water, which was always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit that supplied the city. The courtyard was paved with broken slabs. Th... | a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly so... | A Passage To India |
"What was the name of the play?" | Dr. Aziz | and it was so hot."<|quote|>"What was the name of the play?"</|quote|>_" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I | I have seen in London, and it was so hot."<|quote|>"What was the name of the play?"</|quote|>_" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to | I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot."<|quote|>"What was the name of the play?"</|quote|>_" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ough... | whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you... | the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her f... | They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque ... | gate contained an ablution tank of fresh clear water, which was always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit that supplied the city. The courtyard was paved with broken slabs. The covered part of the mosque was deeper than is usual; its effect was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Wher... | day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But thos... | A Passage To India |
_" | No speaker | the name of the play?"<|quote|>_"</|quote|>"Cousin Kate." "_ "I think | was so hot." "What was the name of the play?"<|quote|>_"</|quote|>"Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk | India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?"<|quote|>_"</|quote|>"Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs... | was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me... | is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a c... | where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloo... | clear water, which was always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit that supplied the city. The courtyard was paved with broken slabs. The covered part of the mosque was deeper than is usual; its effect was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades wh... | the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Be... | A Passage To India |
"Cousin Kate." | Mrs. Moore | name of the play?" _"<|quote|>"Cousin Kate."</|quote|>"_ "I think you ought | so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _"<|quote|>"Cousin Kate."</|quote|>"_ "I think you ought not to walk at night | "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _"<|quote|>"Cousin Kate."</|quote|>"_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore.... | older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No... | there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a chan... | I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and ... | water, which was always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit that supplied the city. The courtyard was paved with broken slabs. The covered part of the mosque was deeper than is usual; its effect was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose da... | heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the m... | A Passage To India |
"_ | No speaker | the play?" _" "Cousin Kate."<|quote|>"_</|quote|>"I think you ought not | "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate."<|quote|>"_</|quote|>"I think you ought not to walk at night alone, | did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate."<|quote|>"_</|quote|>"I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There ar... | Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I... | see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voi... | He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detache... | was always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit that supplied the city. The courtyard was paved with broken slabs. The covered part of the mosque was deeper than is usual; its effect was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was il... | night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thou... | A Passage To India |
"I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." | Dr. Aziz | play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_<|quote|>"I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also."</|quote|>She exclaimed; she had forgotten | was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_<|quote|>"I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also."</|quote|>She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a | you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_<|quote|>"I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad charact... | Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a... | "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "M... | had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached i... | always in motion, being indeed part of a conduit that supplied the city. The courtyard was paved with broken slabs. The covered part of the mosque was deeper than is usual; its effect was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was illumi... | were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he retu... | A Passage To India |
She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. | No speaker | the Marabar Hills. Snakes also."<|quote|>She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes.</|quote|>"For example, a six-spot beetle," | leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also."<|quote|>She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes.</|quote|>"For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it | that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also."<|quote|>She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes.</|quote|... | about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?... | none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad ... | the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly h... | than is usual; its effect was that of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood ... | course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway,... | A Passage To India |
"For example, a six-spot beetle," | Dr. Aziz | she had forgotten the snakes.<|quote|>"For example, a six-spot beetle,"</|quote|>he continued, "You pick it | Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes.<|quote|>"For example, a six-spot beetle,"</|quote|>he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." | it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes.<|quote|>"For example, a six-spot beetle,"</|quot... | good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think y... | name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidu... | tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Mad... | of an English parish church whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out ... | The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out in... | A Passage To India |
he continued, | No speaker | "For example, a six-spot beetle,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"You pick it up, it | she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you | was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle,"<|quote|>he continued,</|quote|>"You ... | think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at ni... | the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red... | as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh!... | whose side has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The c... | There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in... | A Passage To India |
"You pick it up, it bites, you die." | Dr. Aziz | a six-spot beetle," he continued,<|quote|>"You pick it up, it bites, you die."</|quote|>"But you walk about yourself." | forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued,<|quote|>"You pick it up, it bites, you die."</|quote|>"But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to | name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued,<|quote|>"You pick it up, it bi... | are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone,... | of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and w... | did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" ... | has been taken out. Where he sat, he looked into three arcades whose darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest betw... | night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. ... | A Passage To India |
"But you walk about yourself." | Mrs. Moore | up, it bites, you die."<|quote|>"But you walk about yourself."</|quote|>"Oh, I am used to | he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die."<|quote|>"But you walk about yourself."</|quote|>"Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They | "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die."<|quote|>"But you walk about yours... | you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters abou... | see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him... | mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is... | looked into three arcades whose darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention o... | were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had n... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, I am used to it." | Dr. Aziz | "But you walk about yourself."<|quote|>"Oh, I am used to it."</|quote|>"Used to snakes?" They both | up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself."<|quote|>"Oh, I am used to it."</|quote|>"Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he | to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself."<|quote|>"Oh, I am used to... | you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come... | saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am af... | swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right... | darkness was illuminated by a small hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, a... | so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he ... | A Passage To India |
"Used to snakes?" | Mrs. Moore | I am used to it."<|quote|>"Used to snakes?"</|quote|>They both laughed. "I'm a | you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it."<|quote|>"Used to snakes?"</|quote|>They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't | Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it."<|quote|>"Used to snakes?"</|quo... | I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hil... | a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shal... | itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have tak... | hanging lamp and by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole i... | trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face,... | A Passage To India |
They both laughed. | No speaker | to it." "Used to snakes?"<|quote|>They both laughed.</|quote|>"I'm a doctor," he said. | yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?"<|quote|>They both laughed.</|quote|>"I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." | bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?"<|quote|>They both laughed.</|q... | a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes ... | voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my co... | ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes;... | by the moon. The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of... | makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Mo... | A Passage To India |
"I'm a doctor," | Dr. Aziz | to snakes?" They both laughed.<|quote|>"I'm a doctor,"</|quote|>he said. "Snakes don't dare | am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed.<|quote|>"I'm a doctor,"</|quote|>he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down | and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed.<|quote|>"I'm a doctor,"</|quote|... | have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She excla... | "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends a... | his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a hol... | The front in full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of religion or ... | not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived... | A Passage To India |
he said. | No speaker | both laughed. "I'm a doctor,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Snakes don't dare bite me." | it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by | come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor,"<|quote|>he said.</|quote|>"Snakes... | from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had f... | found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is... | he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Mos... | full moonlight had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of religion or love. A mosqu... | a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his bl... | A Passage To India |
"Snakes don't dare bite me." | Dr. Aziz | "I'm a doctor," he said.<|quote|>"Snakes don't dare bite me."</|quote|>They sat down side by | to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said.<|quote|>"Snakes don't dare bite me."</|quote|>They sat down side by side in the entrance, and | from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said.<|quote|>"Snakes don't dare bite me."... | club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten ... | she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very ... | firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." ... | had the appearance of marble, and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of religion or love. A mosque by winning hi... | He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detache... | A Passage To India |
They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. | No speaker | "Snakes don't dare bite me."<|quote|>They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes.</|quote|>"Please may I ask you | "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me."<|quote|>They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes.</|quote|>"Please may I ask you a question now? Why do | also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me."<|quote|>They sat down side by side in ... | play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For exampl... | bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed... | third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You ... | and the ninety-nine names of God on the frieze stood out black, as the frieze stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of religion or love. A mosque by winning his approval let loose his imagi... | a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held... | A Passage To India |
"Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" | Dr. Aziz | slipped on their evening shoes.<|quote|>"Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?"</|quote|>"I intended to start earlier, | side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes.<|quote|>"Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?"</|quote|>"I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable | "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes.<|quote|>"Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you c... | name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you... | glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the... | and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have taken off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved ... | stood out white against the sky. The contest between this dualism and the contention of shadows within pleased Aziz, and he tried to symbolize the whole into some truth of religion or love. A mosque by winning his approval let loose his imagination. The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bo... | as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another p... | A Passage To India |
"I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." | Mrs. Moore | the cold weather is ending?"<|quote|>"I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay."</|quote|>"It will soon be so | time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?"<|quote|>"I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay."</|quote|>"It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why | a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?"<|quote|>"I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable de... | leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don... | I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in Londo... | off your shoes; this is a holy place for Moslems." "I have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my... | into some truth of religion or love. A mosque by winning his approval let loose his imagination. The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam... | itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you should have tak... | A Passage To India |
"It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" | Dr. Aziz | there was an unavoidable delay."<|quote|>"It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?"</|quote|>"To visit my son. He | intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay."<|quote|>"It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?"</|quote|>"To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." | down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay."<|quote|>"It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever ... | exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and s... | you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "... | have taken them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies t... | his approval let loose his imagination. The temple of another creed, Hindu, Christian, or Greek, would have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, wh... | had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached i... | A Passage To India |
"To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." | Mrs. Moore | do you come to Chandrapore?"<|quote|>"To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here."</|quote|>"Oh no, excuse me, that | for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?"<|quote|>"To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here."</|quote|>"Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City | ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?"<|quote|>"To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here."</|quo... | up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this ... | in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There... | pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no di... | have bored him and failed to awaken his sense of beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on... | he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." | Dr. Aziz | is the City Magistrate here."<|quote|>"Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately."</|quote|>"He's my son all the | "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here."<|quote|>"Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately."</|quote|>"He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, | India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here."<|quote|>"Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our... | "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I i... | you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come... | between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you s... | beauty. Here was Islam, his own country, more than a Faith, more than a battle-cry, more, much more . . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towar... | him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a ... | A Passage To India |
"He's my son all the same," | Mrs. Moore | Heaslop. I know him intimately."<|quote|>"He's my son all the same,"</|quote|>she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. | City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately."<|quote|>"He's my son all the same,"</|quote|>she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" | there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately."<|quote|>"He's my son all the same,"</|quote... | dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for yo... | are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes.... | If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" ... | . . Islam, an attitude towards life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right... | club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten ... | A Passage To India |
she said, smiling. | No speaker | my son all the same,"<|quote|>she said, smiling.</|quote|>"But, Mrs. Moore, how can | I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same,"<|quote|>she said, smiling.</|quote|>"But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married | will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same,"<|quote|>she said, smiling.</|quote|>"But, Mrs. Moore... | side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come t... | have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spo... | am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shado... | life both exquisite and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English... | Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I... | A Passage To India |
"But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" | Dr. Aziz | the same," she said, smiling.<|quote|>"But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?"</|quote|>"I was married twice." "Yes, | intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling.<|quote|>"But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?"</|quote|>"I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your | so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling.<|quote|>"But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?"</|qu... | in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore... | London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he... | course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway,... | and durable, where his body and his thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contribut... | the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Be... | A Passage To India |
"I was married twice." | Mrs. Moore | Moore, how can he be?"<|quote|>"I was married twice."</|quote|>"Yes, now I see, and | she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?"<|quote|>"I was married twice."</|quote|>"Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He | do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?"<|quote|>"I was married twice."</|quote|>"Yes, n... | evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Ma... | was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bi... | trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face,... | thoughts found their home. His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere s... | pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. ... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." | Dr. Aziz | be?" "I was married twice."<|quote|>"Yes, now I see, and your first husband died."</|quote|>"He did, and so did | Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice."<|quote|>"Yes, now I see, and your first husband died."</|quote|>"He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we | Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice."<|quote|>"Yes, now I see, and your first... | I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, exc... | the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "... | no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said w... | His seat was the low wall that bounded the courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he... | pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived... | A Passage To India |
"He did, and so did my second husband." | Mrs. Moore | and your first husband died."<|quote|>"He did, and so did my second husband."</|quote|>"Then we are in the | twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died."<|quote|>"He did, and so did my second husband."</|quote|>"Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. | Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died."<|quote|>"He did, and so did my second h... | come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our... | ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used ... | difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mr... | courtyard on the left. The ground fell away beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm ... | me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from... | A Passage To India |
"Then we are in the same box," | Dr. Aziz | so did my second husband."<|quote|>"Then we are in the same box,"</|quote|>he said cryptically. "Then is | husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband."<|quote|>"Then we are in the same box,"</|quote|>he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire | quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband."<|quote|>"Then we are in the same box,"</|quo... | just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heasl... | Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both lau... | go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric... | beneath him towards the city, visible as a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewa... | the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasp... | A Passage To India |
he said cryptically. | No speaker | are in the same box,"<|quote|>he said cryptically.</|quote|>"Then is the City Magistrate | my second husband." "Then we are in the same box,"<|quote|>he said cryptically.</|quote|>"Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family | Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box,"<|quote|>he said cryptically.</|quote|>"Then is the City Magis... | "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my ... | leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don... | service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell... | a blur of trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having cert... | I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hil... | A Passage To India |
"Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" | Dr. Aziz | same box," he said cryptically.<|quote|>"Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?"</|quote|>"No, there are the younger | "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically.<|quote|>"Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?"</|quote|>"No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in | know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically.<|quote|>"Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your... | start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the sam... | across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." ... | at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and... | trees, and in the stillness he heard many small sounds. On the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it i... | thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, really none good night." "May I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and s... | A Passage To India |
"No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." | Mrs. Moore | entire of your family now?"<|quote|>"No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England."</|quote|>"And the gentleman here, is | is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?"<|quote|>"No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England."</|quote|>"And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" | smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?"<|quote|>"No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stel... | be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was ma... | forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their eve... | I know your name?" She was now in the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older... | the right, over in the club, the English community contributed an amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and... | She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you addres... | A Passage To India |
"And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" | Dr. Aziz | Ralph and Stella in England."<|quote|>"And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?"</|quote|>"Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this | there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England."<|quote|>"And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?"</|quote|>"Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because | twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England."<|quote|>"And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and S... | to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husb... | pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India ... | the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and whit... | amateur orchestra. Elsewhere some Hindus were drumming he knew they were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the... | that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voic... | A Passage To India |
"Quite right." | Mrs. Moore | he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?"<|quote|>"Quite right."</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, this is all | "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?"<|quote|>"Quite right."</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself | "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?"<|quote|>"Quite right."</|quote|>"Mrs. Mo... | Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband."... | about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather... | but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore,... | were Hindus, because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex... | but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Mar... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" | Dr. Aziz | and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?"</|quote|>"What are their names? Not | gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?"</|quote|>"What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, | and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, this is all e... | "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in t... | "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I i... | saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am af... | because the rhythm was uncongenial to him, and others were bewailing a corpse he knew whose, having certified it in the afternoon. There were owls, the Punjab mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of th... | them off." "You have?" "I left them at the entrance." "Then I ask your pardon." Still startled, the woman moved out, keeping the ablution-tank between them. He called after her, "I am truly sorry for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the tro... | A Passage To India |
"What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" | Mrs. Moore | same box with a vengeance?"<|quote|>"What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?"</|quote|>The suggestion delighted him. "No, | daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?"<|quote|>"What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?"</|quote|>The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! | "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?"<|quote|>"What are their names? ... | smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in En... | side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandr... | to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arri... | mail . . . and flowers smelt deliciously in the station-master's garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all ... | No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the... | A Passage To India |
The suggestion delighted him. | No speaker | Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?"<|quote|>The suggestion delighted him.</|quote|>"No, indeed. How funny it | are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?"<|quote|>The suggestion delighted him.</|quote|>"No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite | "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?"<|quote|>The suggestion del... | twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's ... | may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no,... | or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way ... | garden. But the mosque that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And ne... | a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shal... | A Passage To India |
"No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" | Dr. Aziz | surely?" The suggestion delighted him.<|quote|>"No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not... | also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him.<|quote|>"No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Th... | is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him.<|quote|>"No, indeed. ... | see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quit... | a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, th... | older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No... | that alone signified, and he returned to it from the complex appeal of the night, and decked it with meanings the builder had never intended. Some day he too would build a mosque, smaller than this but in perfect taste, so that all who passed by should experience the happiness he felt now. And near it, under a low dome... | snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "P... | A Passage To India |
"I do." | Mrs. Moore | not you agree with me?"<|quote|>"I do."</|quote|>They were both silent for | Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?"<|quote|>"I do."</|quote|>They were both silent for a little, thinking of their | funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?"<|quote|>"I do."</|quote|>They were both sil... | and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds!... | is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my seco... | you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters abou... | And near it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan kin... | a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "I... | A Passage To India |
They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. | No speaker | agree with me?" "I do."<|quote|>They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go.</|quote|>"Would you care to see | are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do."<|quote|>They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go.</|quote|>"Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one | sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do."<|quote|>They were both silent for a little, ... | half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names ... | City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husb... | "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopa... | it, under a low dome, should be his tomb, with a Persian inscription: Alas, without me for thousands of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and re... | God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kat... | A Passage To India |
"Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" | Dr. Aziz | sighed and rose to go.<|quote|>"Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?"</|quote|>he enquired. "I have nothing | of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go.<|quote|>"Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?"</|quote|>he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." | my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go.<|quote|>"Would you care to see over the Mint... | and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is c... | I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your famil... | from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had f... | of years The Rose will blossom and the Spring will bloom, But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of th... | Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a... | A Passage To India |
he enquired. | No speaker | the Minto Hospital one morning?"<|quote|>he enquired.</|quote|>"I have nothing else to | you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?"<|quote|>he enquired.</|quote|>"I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, | called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?"<|quote|>he enquired.</|quote|>"I have nothing... | vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the thi... | said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella... | seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot bee... | But those who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, an... | "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She ex... | A Passage To India |
"I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." | Dr. Aziz | Hospital one morning?" he enquired.<|quote|>"I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore."</|quote|>"Thank you, I have seen | to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired.<|quote|>"I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore."</|quote|>"Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should | the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired.<|quote|>"I have nothing else to offer at Chand... | are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the elde... | "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "... | London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he... | who have secretly understood my heart They will approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he di... | evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Ma... | A Passage To India |
"Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." | Mrs. Moore | else to offer at Chandrapore."<|quote|>"Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much."</|quote|>"I suppose the Civil Surgeon | he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore."<|quote|>"Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much."</|quote|>"I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. | children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore."<|quote|>"Thank you, I have seen it alread... | Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not... | was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph a... | the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites,... | approach and visit the grave where I lie. He had seen the quatrain on the tomb of a Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to ... | about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." | Dr. Aziz | come with you very much."<|quote|>"I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you."</|quote|>"Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His | I should have liked to come with you very much."<|quote|>"I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you."</|quote|>"Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very | thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much."<|quote|>"I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you... | will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed an... | second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, beca... | alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" T... | Deccan king, and regarded it as profound philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his bloo... | why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." | Mrs. Moore | the Civil Surgeon took you."<|quote|>"Yes, and Mrs. Callendar."</|quote|>His voice altered. "Ah! A | you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you."<|quote|>"Yes, and Mrs. Callendar."</|quote|>His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when | and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you."<|quote|>"Yes, and Mrs. Callendar."</|quote|>His voice a... | about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see ove... | same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two son... | about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "... | philosophy he always held pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved,... | unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs... | A Passage To India |
His voice altered. | No speaker | you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar."<|quote|>His voice altered.</|quote|>"Ah! A very charming lady." | suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar."<|quote|>His voice altered.</|quote|>"Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her | "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar."<|quote|>His voice altered.</|quote|>"Ah! A v... | my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospit... | cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. I... | come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite ... | pathos to be profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Engl... | They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever... | A Passage To India |
"Ah! A very charming lady." | Dr. Aziz | Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered.<|quote|>"Ah! A very charming lady."</|quote|>"Possibly, when one knows her | Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered.<|quote|>"Ah! A very charming lady."</|quote|>"Possibly, when one knows her better." "What? What? You didn't | to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered.<|quote|>"Ah! A very charming lady."</|quo... | The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he e... | the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same bo... | the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat dow... | profound. The secret understanding of the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman step... | "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up,... | A Passage To India |
"Possibly, when one knows her better." | Mrs. Moore | "Ah! A very charming lady."<|quote|>"Possibly, when one knows her better."</|quote|>"What? What? You didn't like | Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady."<|quote|>"Possibly, when one knows her better."</|quote|>"What? What? You didn't like her?" "She was certainly intending | Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady."<|quote|>"Possibly, when one knows h... | the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing el... | of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are ... | She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, a... | the heart! He repeated the phrase with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly h... | smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in En... | A Passage To India |
"What? What? You didn't like her?" | Dr. Aziz | when one knows her better."<|quote|>"What? What? You didn't like her?"</|quote|>"She was certainly intending to | A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better."<|quote|>"What? What? You didn't like her?"</|quote|>"She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did | have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better."<|quote|>"What? What? You didn't lik... | third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Th... | are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ral... | snakes. "For example, a six-spot beetle," he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "P... | with tears in his eyes, and as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted:... | a play that I have seen in London, and it was so hot." "What was the name of the play?" _" "Cousin Kate." "_ "I think you ought not to walk at night alone, Mrs. Moore. There are bad characters about and leopards may come across from the Marabar Hills. Snakes also." She exclaimed; she had forgotten the snakes. "For exam... | A Passage To India |
"She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming." | Mrs. Moore | What? You didn't like her?"<|quote|>"She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming."</|quote|>He burst out with: "She | one knows her better." "What? What? You didn't like her?"<|quote|>"She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming."</|quote|>He burst out with: "She has just taken my tonga | Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better." "What? What? You didn't like her?"<|quote|>"She was certainly int... | Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already,... | Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The su... | he continued, "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do... | as he did so one of the pillars of the mosque seemed to quiver. It swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh!... | is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cr... | A Passage To India |
He burst out with: | No speaker | not find her exactly charming."<|quote|>He burst out with:</|quote|>"She has just taken my | be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming."<|quote|>He burst out with:</|quote|>"She has just taken my tonga without my permission do | with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better." "What? What? You didn't like her?" "She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming."<|quote|>He burst out with:</... | silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Sur... | "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will s... | "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I i... | swayed in the gloom and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right... | half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names ... | A Passage To India |
"She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is this charming, pray? But what does it... | Dr. Aziz | charming." He burst out with:<|quote|>"She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is... | did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with:<|quote|>"She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there a... | "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better." "What? What? You didn't like her?" "She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with:<|quote|>"She has just taken my... | thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes,... | all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, ... | to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to star... | and detached itself. Belief in ghosts ran in his blood, but he sat firm. Another pillar moved, a third, and then an Englishwoman stepped out into the moonlight. Suddenly he was furiously angry and shouted: "Madam! Madam! Madam!" "Oh! Oh!" the woman gasped. "Madam, this is a mosque, you have no right here at all; you sh... | in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore... | A Passage To India |
She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can n... | No speaker | me dead . . ."<|quote|>She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The flame tha... | takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ."<|quote|>She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier ... | But what does it matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no value, the verandah is good enough for an Indian, yes, yes, let him stand, and Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ."<|quote|>She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the kno... | without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is this charming, pray? But what does it matter? I can do nothing and... | sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "A... | Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City M... | for speaking." "Yes, I was right, was I not? If I remove my shoes, I am allowed?" "Of course, but so few ladies take the trouble, especially if thinking no one is there to see." "That makes no difference. God is here." "Madam!" "Please let me go." "Oh, can I do you some service now or at any time?" "No, thank you, real... | their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest J... | A Passage To India |
"You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" | Dr. Aziz | Presently it burst into speech.<|quote|>"You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!"</|quote|>Rather surprised, she replied: "I | heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech.<|quote|>"You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!"</|quote|>Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people | him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech.<|quote|>"You... | verandah is good enough for an Indian, yes, yes, let him stand, and Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved he... | "She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with: "She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasa... | Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The su... | the shadow of the gateway, so that he could not see her face, but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red... | side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandr... | A Passage To India |
Rather surprised, she replied: | No speaker | Oh, if others resembled you!"<|quote|>Rather surprised, she replied:</|quote|>"I don't think I understand | you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!"<|quote|>Rather surprised, she replied:</|quote|>"I don't think I understand people very well. I only | fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!"<|quote|>Rather surpri... | Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even e... | exactly charming." He burst out with: "She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is... | "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite diffe... | but she saw his, and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore,... | enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better." "What? What? You didn'... | A Passage To India |
"I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." | Mrs. Moore | you!" Rather surprised, she replied:<|quote|>"I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them."</|quote|>"Then you are an Oriental." | feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied:<|quote|>"I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them."</|quote|>"Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back | even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied:<|quote|>"I don't think... | carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The... | out with: "She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is this charming, pray? But wh... | this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. ... | and she said with a change of voice, "Mrs. Moore." "Mrs." Advancing, he found that she was old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I st... | at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistra... | A Passage To India |
"Then you are an Oriental." | Dr. Aziz | I like or dislike them."<|quote|>"Then you are an Oriental."</|quote|>She accepted his escort back | well. I only know whether I like or dislike them."<|quote|>"Then you are an Oriental."</|quote|>She accepted his escort back to the club, and said | though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them."<|quote|>"Then you are a... | but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were ... | and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is this charming, pray? But what does it matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no... | not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the se... | old. A fabric bigger than the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, ve... | slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. ... | A Passage To India |
She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. | No speaker | "Then you are an Oriental."<|quote|>She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in.</|quote|>"Indians are not allowed into | I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental."<|quote|>She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in.</|quote|>"Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as | his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental."<|quote|>She accepted his es... | knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart b... | night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is this charming, pray? But what does it matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no value, the verandah is good enoug... | with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, ... | the mosque fell to pieces, and he did not know whether he was glad or sorry. She was older than Hamidullah Begum, with a red face and white hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think yo... | with you very much." "I suppose the Civil Surgeon took you." "Yes, and Mrs. Callendar." His voice altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better." "What? What? You didn't like her?" "She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with: "She has ... | A Passage To India |
"Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," | Dr. Aziz | could have asked him in.<|quote|>"Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests,"</|quote|>he said simply. He did | a member, so that she could have asked him in.<|quote|>"Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests,"</|quote|>he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs | "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in.<|quote|>"Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as ... | even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I under... | not even a message. Is this charming, pray? But what does it matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no value, the verandah is good enough for an Indian, yes, yes, let him stand, and Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by ... | different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families.... | hair. Her voice had deceived him. "Mrs. Moore, I am afraid I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come fro... | weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him in... | A Passage To India |
he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III T... | No speaker | Chandrapore Club even as guests,"<|quote|>he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a f... | are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests,"<|quote|>he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had pr... | whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests,"<|quote|>he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrong... | can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or disl... | it matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no value, the verandah is good enough for an Indian, yes, yes, let him stand, and Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sy... | tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Min... | I startled you. I shall tell my community our friends about you. That God is here very good, very fine indeed. I think you are newly arrived in India." "Yes how did you know?" "By the way you address me. No, but can I call you a carriage?" "I have only come from the club. They are doing a play that I have seen in Londo... | is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same... | A Passage To India |
"I want to see the _real_ India," | Adela Quested | where she was greeted by<|quote|>"I want to see the _real_ India,"</|quote|>and her appropriate life came | went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by<|quote|>"I want to see the _real_ India,"</|quote|>and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This | re-entered the club. Windows were barred, lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat was consequently immense. One electric fan revolved like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by<|quote|>"I want... | the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows were barred, lest the servants s... | me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she ... | certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with: "She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entert... | "You pick it up, it bites, you die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to I... | Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the... | A Passage To India |
and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady. | No speaker | to see the _real_ India,"<|quote|>and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady... | was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India,"<|quote|>and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she hers... | the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat was consequently immense. One electric fan revolved like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India,"<|quote|>and her appropriate ... | the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows were barred, lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, a... | if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians a... | did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with: "She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not e... | die." "But you walk about yourself." "Oh, I am used to it." "Used to snakes?" They both laughed. "I'm a doctor," he said. "Snakes don't dare bite me." They sat down side by side in the entrance, and slipped on their evening shoes. "Please may I ask you a question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just... | They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppos... | A Passage To India |
"I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday." | Mrs. Moore | herself was an elderly lady.<|quote|>"I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday."</|quote|>"It'll end in an elephant | not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady.<|quote|>"I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday."</|quote|>"It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look | India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady.<|quote|>"I want to see i... | lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat was consequently immense. One electric fan revolved like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate lif... | member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. Wh... | most pleasant entertainment, and he is not there and not even a message. Is this charming, pray? But what does it matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no value, the verandah is good enough for an Indian, yes, yes, let him stand, and Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts m... | question now? Why do you come to India at this time of year, just as the cold weather is ending?" "I intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that... | They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed and rose to go. "Would you care to see over the Minto Hospital one morning?" he enquired. "I have nothing else to offer at Chandrapore." "Thank you, I have seen it already, or I should have liked to come with you very much." "I suppos... | A Passage To India |
"It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" | Adela Quested | arrange something for next Tuesday."<|quote|>"It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?"</|quote|>The two ladies had happened, | could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday."<|quote|>"It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?"</|quote|>The two ladies had happened, the nigh... | commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady. "I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday."<|quote|>"It'll end in an eleph... | bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and R... | said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The ... | matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no value, the verandah is good enough for an Indian, yes, yes, let him stand, and Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympa... | intended to start earlier, but there was an unavoidable delay." "It will soon be so unhealthy for you! And why ever do you come to Chandrapore?" "To visit my son. He is the City Magistrate here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son... | him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hind... | A Passage To India |
The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. | No speaker | the moon in the Ganges?"<|quote|>The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them.</|quote|>"I went to the mosque, | Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?"<|quote|>The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them.</|quote|>"I went to the mosque, ... | and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday." "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?"<|quote|>The two ladies had happened... | back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady. "I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently th... | anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows were barred, lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat was cons... | Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge that someone sympathized with them. It was this that led him to repeat, exaggerate, contradict. She had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlie... | here." "Oh no, excuse me, that is quite impossible. Our City Magistrate's name is Mr. Heaslop. I know him intimately." "He's my son all the same," she said, smiling. "But, Mrs. Moore, how can he be?" "I was married twice." "Yes, now I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we a... | understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. ... | A Passage To India |
"I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." | Mrs. Moore | brighter, which had pleased them.<|quote|>"I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon."</|quote|>"The angle would have altered | than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them.<|quote|>"I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon."</|quote|>"The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and | succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them.<|quote|>"I went to the mosque, but I did not cat... | elderly lady. "I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday." "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?... | were barred, lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat was consequently immense. One electric fan revolved like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her ap... | had proved her sympathy by criticizing her fellow-countrywoman to him, but even earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if o... | I see, and your first husband died." "He did, and so did my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Qu... | altered. "Ah! A very charming lady." "Possibly, when one knows her better." "What? What? You didn't like her?" "She was certainly intending to be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with: "She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar int... | A Passage To India |
"The angle would have altered she rises later." | Adela Quested | did not catch the moon."<|quote|>"The angle would have altered she rises later."</|quote|>"Later and later," yawned Mrs. | to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon."<|quote|>"The angle would have altered she rises later."</|quote|>"Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after | happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon."<|quote|>"The angle would have altered she rises later."</|... | we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday." "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to s... | heat was consequently immense. One electric fan revolved like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, ca... | earlier he had known. The flame that not even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand... | my second husband." "Then we are in the same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, b... | the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows w... | A Passage To India |
"Later and later," | Mrs. Moore | have altered she rises later."<|quote|>"Later and later,"</|quote|>yawned Mrs. Moore, who was | the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later."<|quote|>"Later and later,"</|quote|>yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let | reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later."<|quote|>"Later and later,"</|quote|>yawned Mrs. Moore, w... | for next Tuesday." "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the str... | like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from... | even beauty can nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I ... | same box," he said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two son... | chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows were barred, lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat was consequently immense. One electric fan revolved like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Di... | A Passage To India |
yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. | No speaker | rises later." "Later and later,"<|quote|>yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk.</|quote|>"Let me think we don't | angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later,"<|quote|>yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk.</|quote|>"Let me think we don't see the other side of | distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later,"<|quote|>yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her wa... | "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had ... | bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and R... | nourish was springing up, and though his words were querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike ... | said cryptically. "Then is the City Magistrate the entire of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daught... | be kind, but I did not find her exactly charming." He burst out with: "She has just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callendar interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at once, breaking up a most pleasant entertainment, and he is not ... | A Passage To India |
"Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no." | Mrs. Moore | was tired after her walk.<|quote|>"Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no."</|quote|>"Come, India's not as bad | later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk.<|quote|>"Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no."</|quote|>"Come, India's not as bad as all that," said a | it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk.<|quote|>"Let me think we don't see the other side of th... | Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than ... | to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested wou... | querulous his heart began to glow secretly. Presently it burst into speech. "You understand me, you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his ... | of your family now?" "No, there are the younger ones Ralph and Stella in England." "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are ... | But what does it matter? I can do nothing and he knows it. I am just a subordinate, my time is of no value, the verandah is good enough for an Indian, yes, yes, let him stand, and Mrs. Callendar takes my carriage and cuts me dead . . ." She listened. He was excited partly by his wrongs, but much more by the knowledge t... | A Passage To India |
"Come, India's not as bad as all that," | _unknowable | the moon out here, no."<|quote|>"Come, India's not as bad as all that,"</|quote|>said a pleasant voice. "Other | see the other side of the moon out here, no."<|quote|>"Come, India's not as bad as all that,"</|quote|>said a pleasant voice. "Other side of the earth, if | had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no."<|quote|>"Come, India's not as bad as all that,"</|quote|>said a... | to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not... | want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady. "... | you know what others feel. Oh, if others resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she coul... | "And the gentleman here, is he Ralph and Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted h... | much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows were barred, lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat ... | A Passage To India |
said a pleasant voice. | No speaker | as bad as all that,"<|quote|>said a pleasant voice.</|quote|>"Other side of the earth, | here, no." "Come, India's not as bad as all that,"<|quote|>said a pleasant voice.</|quote|>"Other side of the earth, if you like, but we | but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no." "Come, India's not as bad as all that,"<|quote|>said a pleasant voice.</|quote|>"Other side of the earth... | in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have a... | appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady. "I want to see it too, and I only wish w... | resembled you!" Rather surprised, she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not all... | Stella's half-brother?" "Quite right." "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! The... | did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows were barred, lest the servants should see their mem-sahibs acting, and the heat was consequently immense. One ... | A Passage To India |
"Other side of the earth, if you like, but we stick to the same old moon." | _unknowable | that," said a pleasant voice.<|quote|>"Other side of the earth, if you like, but we stick to the same old moon."</|quote|>Neither of them knew the | not as bad as all that," said a pleasant voice.<|quote|>"Other side of the earth, if you like, but we stick to the same old moon."</|quote|>Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever | catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no." "Come, India's not as bad as all that," said a pleasant voice.<|quote|>"Other side of the earth, if you like, but we s... | two ladies had happened, the night before, to see the moon's reflection in a distant channel of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises lat... | with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissioned her to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady. "I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Tur... | she replied: "I don't think I understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club eve... | "Mrs. Moore, this is all extremely strange, because like yourself I have also two sons and a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will s... | electric fan revolved like a wounded bird, another was out of order. Disinclined to return to the audience, she went into the billiard room, where she was greeted by "I want to see the _real_ India," and her appropriate life came back with a rush. This was Adela Quested, the queer, cautious girl whom Ronny had commissi... | A Passage To India |
Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed with his friendly word through red-brick pillars into the darkness. | No speaker | to the same old moon."<|quote|>Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed with his friendly word through red-brick pillars into the darkness.</|quote|>"We aren't even seeing the | you like, but we stick to the same old moon."<|quote|>Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed with his friendly word through red-brick pillars into the darkness.</|quote|>"We aren't even seeing the other side of the world; | Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no." "Come, India's not as bad as all that," said a pleasant voice. "Other side of the earth, if you like, but we stick to the same old moon."<|quote|>Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He... | of the stream. The water had drawn it out, so that it had seemed larger than the real moon, and brighter, which had pleased them. "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let me think we don... | to bring from England, and Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Quested would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady. "I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday." "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does.... | or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As ... | a daughter. Is not this the same box with a vengeance?" "What are their names? Not also Ronny, Ralph, and Stella, surely?" The suggestion delighted him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is calle... | understand people very well. I only know whether I like or dislike them." "Then you are an Oriental." She accepted his escort back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. ... | A Passage To India |
"We aren't even seeing the other side of the world; that's our complaint," | Adela Quested | red-brick pillars into the darkness.<|quote|>"We aren't even seeing the other side of the world; that's our complaint,"</|quote|>said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; | with his friendly word through red-brick pillars into the darkness.<|quote|>"We aren't even seeing the other side of the world; that's our complaint,"</|quote|>said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she too was disappointed at | as bad as all that," said a pleasant voice. "Other side of the earth, if you like, but we stick to the same old moon." Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed with his friendly word through red-brick pillars into the darkness.<|quote|>"We aren't even seeing the other side of the worl... | "I went to the mosque, but I did not catch the moon." "The angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no." "Come, India's not as bad as all that," said a pleasant voice. "Other side of the... | elderly lady. "I want to see it too, and I only wish we could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday." "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?... | was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned ... | him. "No, indeed. How funny it sounds! Their names are quite different and will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were bot... | the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him there, and a few chilly English succeeded? CHAPTER III The third act of _Cousin Kate_ was well advanced by the time Mrs. Moore re-entered the club. Windows w... | A Passage To India |
said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she too was disappointed at the dullness of their new life. They had made such a romantic voyage across the Mediterranean and through the sands of Egypt to the harbour of Bombay, to find only a gridiron of bungalows at the end of it. But she did not take the disappointment as seriously as... | No speaker | the world; that's our complaint,"<|quote|>said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she too was disappointed at the dullness of their new life. They had made such a romantic voyage across the Mediterranean and through the sands of Egypt to the harbour of Bombay, to find only a gridiron of bungalows at the end of it. But she did n... | seeing the other side of the world; that's our complaint,"<|quote|>said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she too was disappointed at the dullness of their new life. They had made such a romantic voyage across the Mediterranean and through the sands of Egypt to the harbour of Bombay, to find only a gridiron of bungalows at the... | earth, if you like, but we stick to the same old moon." Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed with his friendly word through red-brick pillars into the darkness. "We aren't even seeing the other side of the world; that's our complaint,"<|quote|>said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she to... | angle would have altered she rises later." "Later and later," yawned Mrs. Moore, who was tired after her walk. "Let me think we don't see the other side of the moon out here, no." "Come, India's not as bad as all that," said a pleasant voice. "Other side of the earth, if you like, but we stick to the same old moon." Ne... | could. Apparently the Turtons will arrange something for next Tuesday." "It'll end in an elephant ride, it always does. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? Did you succeed in catching the moon in the Ganges?" The two ladies had happened, the night before, to see ... | not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely mosque, he seemed to own the land as much as anyone owned it. What did it matter if a few flabby Hindus had preceded him t... | will surprise you. Listen, please. I am about to tell you my children's names. The first is called Ahmed, the second is called Karim, the third she is the eldest Jamila. Three children are enough. Do not you agree with me?" "I do." They were both silent for a little, thinking of their respective families. She sighed an... | back to the club, and said at the gate that she wished she was a member, so that she could have asked him in. "Indians are not allowed into the Chandrapore Club even as guests," he said simply. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, being happy. As he strolled downhill beneath the lovely moon, and again saw the lovely... | A Passage To India |
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