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"Have a drink," | Mr. Turton | be arranged for next Tuesday.<|quote|>"Have a drink,"</|quote|>said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. | hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday.<|quote|>"Have a drink,"</|quote|>said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a | Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday.<|quote|>"Have a drink,"</|qu... | 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 Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years o... | 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." Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see h... | 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 Englan... | 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 just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charmi... | 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. He did not expatiate on his wrongs now, b... | A Passage To India |
said another pleasant voice. | No speaker | next Tuesday. "Have a drink,"<|quote|>said another pleasant voice.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have | interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink,"<|quote|>said another pleasant voice.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." | the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink,"<|quote|>said another pleasant ... | 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 Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had le... | 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." Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed ... | 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 Ronny was her s... | 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 just taken my tonga without my permission do you call that being charming? and Major Callend... | 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 third act of _Cousin... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." | Mr. Turton | drink," said another pleasant voice.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks."</|quote|>They knew who it was | for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks."</|quote|>They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. | was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore M... | 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 Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life neve... | 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." Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed with his friendly wor... | 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 Ronny was her son, also cautious,... | 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 interrupts me night... | 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 there, and a few chill... | A Passage To India |
They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ro... | No speaker | a drink, have two drinks."<|quote|>They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing... | "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks."<|quote|>They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or... | gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks."<|quote|>They knew ... | 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 Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropr... | 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." 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. ... | 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 would probably though not certainly ma... | 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 interrupts me night after night from where I am dining with my friends and I go at onc... | 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. He did not ... | A Passage To India |
"The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," | Mr. Turton | he had come to say.<|quote|>"The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us,"</|quote|>and another civilian who was | his hand, and continued what he had come to say.<|quote|>"The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us,"</|quote|>and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table | any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say.<|quote|>"The long and the short of it is H... | much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it... | not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had f... | 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 earth, if you like, bu... | 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 others resembled you!" Rathe... | 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 Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Lif... | A Passage To India |
and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, | No speaker | want, he's one of us,"<|quote|>and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said,</|quote|>"Hear, hear!" The matter was | sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us,"<|quote|>and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said,</|quote|>"Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and | men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us,"<|quote|>and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard tabl... | that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this po... | said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some ... | 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." Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed ... | 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 them." "Then... | 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 the moon's reflection in a distant ... | A Passage To India |
"Hear, hear!" | _unknowable | over the billiard table said,<|quote|>"Hear, hear!"</|quote|>The matter was thus placed | another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said,<|quote|>"Hear, hear!"</|quote|>The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector | but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said,<|quote|>"Hear, hear!"</|quote|>The matter was thus placed bey... | large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-... | have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; th... | 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." Neither of them knew the speaker nor did they ever see him again. He passed with his friendly word through red-brick pillars into ... | 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 escort back to the club, a... | 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 Turtons will arrange something for next ... | A Passage To India |
The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club... | No speaker | billiard table said, "Hear, hear!"<|quote|>The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occup... | who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!"<|quote|>The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the An... | silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!"<|quote|>The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and t... | Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured m... | drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he tur... | 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." 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 darkne... | 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 escort back to the club, and said ... | 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. Look at this evening. _Cou... | A Passage To India |
"Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." | Ronny Heaslop | out, offering one another drinks.<|quote|>"Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink."</|quote|>They refused they were weary | another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks.<|quote|>"Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink."</|quote|>They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, | and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks.<|quote|>... | called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful a... | with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it i... | a gridiron of bungalows at the end of it. But she did not take the disappointment as seriously as Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she... | 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... | 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," said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she too was disappointed at the dullness ... | A Passage To India |
They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: | No speaker | a drink; mother, a drink."<|quote|>They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by:</|quote|>"Fielding!... | one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink."<|quote|>They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to anoth... | meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink."<|quote|>Th... | the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt... | Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we w... | of it. But she did not take the disappointment as seriously as Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting w... | 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 consequently imme... | the disappointment as seriously as Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tu... | A Passage To India |
"Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" | Ronny Heaslop | called out to another passer-by:<|quote|>"Fielding! how's one to see the real India?"</|quote|>"Try seeing Indians," the man | him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by:<|quote|>"Fielding! how's one to see the real India?"</|quote|>"Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was | a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by:<|quote|>"Fielding! how's one to see the real... | will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a dr... | the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra pla... | said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere ... | 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 life came back with a rush. This was A... | was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Ques... | A Passage To India |
"Try seeing Indians," | Cyril Fielding | to see the real India?"<|quote|>"Try seeing Indians,"</|quote|>the man answered, and vanished. | another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?"<|quote|>"Try seeing Indians,"</|quote|>the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster | drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?"<|quote|>"Try seeing Indians,"</|quote|>th... | demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and... | he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation ... | would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was st... | 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, cautious girl whom Ronny had comm... | Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but appare... | A Passage To India |
the man answered, and vanished. | No speaker | real India?" "Try seeing Indians,"<|quote|>the man answered, and vanished.</|quote|>"Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster | how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians,"<|quote|>the man answered, and vanished.</|quote|>"Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one | Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians,"<|quote|>the man answered, and vanis... | fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who a... | we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards ... | for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in pl... | 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 commissioned her to b... | gridiron of bungalows at the end of it. But she did not take the disappointment as seriously as Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she h... | A Passage To India |
"Who was that?" | _unknowable | the man answered, and vanished.<|quote|>"Who was that?"</|quote|>"Our schoolmaster Government College." "As | real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished.<|quote|>"Who was that?"</|quote|>"Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing | what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished.<|quote|>"Who was that?"</|quote|>"Ou... | in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was ... | us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffe... | drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, wh... | 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 Ronny w... | 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 Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Lif... | A Passage To India |
"Our schoolmaster Government College." | Ronny Heaslop | and vanished. "Who was that?"<|quote|>"Our schoolmaster Government College."</|quote|>"As if one could avoid | seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?"<|quote|>"Our schoolmaster Government College."</|quote|>"As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. | her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?"<|quote|>"Our schoolmaster Govern... | though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, ann... | civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the A... | pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subord... | 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 Ronny was her son, also... | drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he tur... | A Passage To India |
"As if one could avoid seeing them," | Mrs. Lesley | that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College."<|quote|>"As if one could avoid seeing them,"</|quote|>sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," | answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College."<|quote|>"As if one could avoid seeing them,"</|quote|>sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my | that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College."<|quote|>"As if one... | Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desir... | over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occu... | Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down,... | 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 Ronny was her son, also cautious, whom Miss Ques... | but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he h... | A Passage To India |
sighed Mrs. Lesley. | No speaker | one could avoid seeing them,"<|quote|>sighed Mrs. Lesley.</|quote|>"I've avoided," said Miss Quested. | schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them,"<|quote|>sighed Mrs. Lesley.</|quote|>"I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've | real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them,"<|quote|>sighed Mr... | they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high... | The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club... | drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he tur... | 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 would probably though not certainl... | and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile... | A Passage To India |
"I've avoided," | Adela Quested | seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley.<|quote|>"I've avoided,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested. "Excepting my | "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley.<|quote|>"I've avoided,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken | was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley.<|quote|>"I've a... | to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request s... | thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she... | who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's othe... | 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 would probably though not certainly marry, and she he... | 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," said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she too was disappointed at the dullness of their new life. They had made such a ... | A Passage To India |
said Miss Quested. | No speaker | sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested.</|quote|>"Excepting my own servant, I've | one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested.</|quote|>"Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian | high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided,"<|quote... | another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him ... | beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British... | was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merit... | 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 would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was ... | long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orch... | A Passage To India |
"Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." | Adela Quested | "I've avoided," said Miss Quested.<|quote|>"Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing."</|quote|>"Oh, lucky you." "But I | seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested.<|quote|>"Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing."</|quote|>"Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She | request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested.<|quot... | they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he c... | the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It ... | the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quie... | "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 would probably though not certainly marry, and she herself was an elderly lady... | liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billi... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, lucky you." | Mrs. Lesley | to an Indian since landing."<|quote|>"Oh, lucky you."</|quote|>"But I want to see | own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing."<|quote|>"Oh, lucky you."</|quote|>"But I want to see them." She became the centre | "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing... | a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?"... | ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tun... | had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young... | 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... | It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had... | A Passage To India |
"But I want to see them." | Adela Quested | since landing." "Oh, lucky you."<|quote|>"But I want to see them."</|quote|>She became the centre of | scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you."<|quote|>"But I want to see them."</|quote|>She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. | to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you."<|... | refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing In... | amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt ser... | atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was parti... | 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 Turtons wi... | beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British... | A Passage To India |
She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, | No speaker | I want to see them."<|quote|>She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said,</|quote|>"Wanting to see Indians! How | landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them."<|quote|>She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said,</|quote|>"Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! | seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them."<|quo... | and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vani... | Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer... | Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the ling... | 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 Turtons will arrange something for next Tues... | passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a lit... | A Passage To India |
"Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" | _unknowable | group of ladies. One said,<|quote|>"Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!"</|quote|>Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A | the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said,<|quote|>"Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!"</|quote|>Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let | Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said,<|quote|>"Wanting to see I... | announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As... | Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they ... | some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny... | 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. Look at this evening. ... | much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it... | A Passage To India |
Another, | No speaker | Indians! How new that sounds!"<|quote|>Another,</|quote|>"Natives! why, fancy!" A third, | One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!"<|quote|>Another,</|quote|>"Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me | them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!"<|quote|>Another,</|quote|>"Na... | the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. L... | the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened t... | and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to lea... | 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. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But ... | knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's... | A Passage To India |
"Natives! why, fancy!" | _unknowable | How new that sounds!" Another,<|quote|>"Natives! why, fancy!"</|quote|>A third, more serious, said, | said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another,<|quote|>"Natives! why, fancy!"</|quote|>A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't | sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another,<|quote|>"Natives! why, fanc... | real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesle... | club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to re... | doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn t... | 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. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where... | stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perce... | A Passage To India |
A third, more serious, said, | No speaker | sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!"<|quote|>A third, more serious, said,</|quote|>"Let me explain. Natives don't | see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!"<|quote|>A third, more serious, said,</|quote|>"Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more | "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!"<|quote|>A third, more se... | was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided,"... | or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another ... | well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity n... | 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. Look at this evening. _Cousin Kate!_ Imagine, _Cousin Kate!_ But where have you been off to? ... | he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Co... | A Passage To India |
"That occurs after so many meetings." | Adela Quested | after meeting one, you see."<|quote|>"That occurs after so many meetings."</|quote|>But the lady, entirely stupid | respect one any the more after meeting one, you see."<|quote|>"That occurs after so many meetings."</|quote|>But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I | "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see."<|quote|>"That occurs after so many meet... | to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "... | tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they... | that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decid... | 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?" The two ladies had happened, the night before,... | that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turt... | A Passage To India |
But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: | No speaker | occurs after so many meetings."<|quote|>But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued:</|quote|>"What I mean is, I | meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings."<|quote|>But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued:</|quote|>"What I mean is, I was a nurse before my | She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings."<|quote|>But the lady, entir... | seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She ... | on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Qu... | good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. ... | 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 the moon's reflection in a dis... | had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with... | A Passage To India |
"Even from one's patients?" | Adela Quested | was to hold sternly aloof."<|quote|>"Even from one's patients?"</|quote|>"Why, the kindest thing one | Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof."<|quote|>"Even from one's patients?"</|quote|>"Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native | mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof."<|quote|>"Even from one's patients?"</|quote|>"Why, the kindest t... | One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a... | her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government Col... | tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, he... | 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't see ... | whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Callendar. | No speaker | is to let him die,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Callendar.</|quote|>"How if he went to | can do to a native is to let him die,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Callendar.</|quote|>"How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with | I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Callendar.</|quote|>"How if he went to h... | "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A m... | request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Exce... | hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Mea... | 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't see the other side of the moon out here, no." "Come, India's not as bad as all that," said a pleasant v... | them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he h... | A Passage To India |
"How if he went to heaven?" | Mrs. Moore | him die," said Mrs. Callendar.<|quote|>"How if he went to heaven?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, with a | a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar.<|quote|>"How if he went to heaven?"</|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He | know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar.<|quote|>"How if he went to heaven?"</|quote|>aske... | Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable po... | as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servan... | what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performan... | 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." "Come, India's not as bad as all that," said a pleasant voice. "Other side ... | that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could a... | A Passage To India |
asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. | No speaker | if he went to heaven?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile.</|quote|>"He can go where he | die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile.</|quote|>"He can go where he likes as long as he | most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?"<|quote|>asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked s... | more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was ... | to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to a... | "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur... | 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 earth, if you like, bu... | she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested have a drink, have two drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_... | A Passage To India |
said the lady who had been a nurse. | No speaker | why I am against Missionaries,"<|quote|>said the lady who had been a nurse.</|quote|>"I am all for Chaplains, | about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries,"<|quote|>said the lady who had been a nurse.</|quote|>"I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let | asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries,"<|quote|>said the lady who had been a nurse.</|quote|>"I am all for... | most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "H... | Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see."... | Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orchestra played the National Anthem. Conversation and billiards stopped, faces stiffened. It was the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of ... | 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. "We aren't even seeing the other side of the world; that's our complaint," sai... | drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, a... | A Passage To India |
But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. | No speaker | against Missionaries. Let me explain."<|quote|>But before she could do so, the Collector intervened.</|quote|>"Do you really want to | all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain."<|quote|>But before she could do so, the Collector intervened.</|quote|>"Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss | come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries," said the lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain."<|quote|>But before she could do so, the Collector interve... | sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact ... | of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean ... | the Anthem of the Army of Occupation. It reminded every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royal... | 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," said Adela. Mrs. Moore agreed; she too was disappointed at the dullness of their new life. They had m... | a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said ... | A Passage To India |
"Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." | Mr. Turton | do so, the Collector intervened.<|quote|>"Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you."</|quote|>He thought a moment. "You | explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened.<|quote|>"Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you."</|quote|>He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type | a matter of fact I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries," said the lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened.<|quote|>"Do you really want to meet the Aryan B... | thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is ... | new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came acr... | every member of the club that he or she was British and in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they wer... | 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," 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 Mediterr... | in exile. It produced a little sentiment and a useful accession of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured o... | A Passage To India |
He thought a moment. | No speaker | didn't realize he'd amuse you."<|quote|>He thought a moment.</|quote|>"You can practically see any | be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you."<|quote|>He thought a moment.</|quote|>"You can practically see any type you like. Take your | lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you."<|quote|>He thought a moment.</|quote|>"You ... | Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries," said the lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against ... | meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in ... | of will-power. The meagre tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a... | of the world; that's our complaint," 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 ta... | Moore was surprised to learn this, dignity not being a quality with which any mother credits her son. Miss Quested learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and con... | A Passage To India |
"You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." | Mr. Turton | you." He thought a moment.<|quote|>"You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding."</|quote|>"I'm tired of seeing picturesque | I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment.<|quote|>"You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding."</|quote|>"I'm tired ... | a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment.<|quote|>"You can practically see any typ... | but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries," said the lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me ... | "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's o... | tune, the curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they... | our complaint," 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... | poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called... | A Passage To India |
"I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," | Adela Quested | can come down on Fielding."<|quote|>"I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze,"</|quote|>the girl explained. "It was | to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding."<|quote|>"I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze,"</|quote|>the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but | realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding."<|quote|>"I'm tired of seeing pictures... | against Missionaries," said the lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought ... | Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooke... | "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how... | a gridiron of bungalows at the end of it. But she did not take the disappointment as seriously as Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she... | great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he wen... | A Passage To India |
the girl explained. | No speaker | before me as a frieze,"<|quote|>the girl explained.</|quote|>"It was wonderful when we | of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze,"<|quote|>the girl explained.</|quote|>"It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour | any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze,"<|quote|>the girl explained.</|quote|>"... | all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your c... | in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. ... | of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered... | not take the disappointment as seriously as Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged fo... | decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was le... | A Passage To India |
"It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." | Adela Quested | a frieze," the girl explained.<|quote|>"It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes."</|quote|>Her impressions were of no | figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained.<|quote|>"It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes."</|quote|>Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he | like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained.<|quote|>"It was wonderful when ... | but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the G... | State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me... | Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished... | disappointment as seriously as Miss Quested, for the reason that she was forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesda... | A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. ... | A Passage To India |
Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. | No speaker | that superficial glamour soon goes."<|quote|>Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and... | wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes."<|quote|>Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the express... | Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes."<|quote|>Her impressions were ... | so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the b... | patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were sayi... | anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one co... | forty years older, and had learnt that Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually. She said again that she hoped that something interesting would be arranged for next Tuesday. "Have a drink," said another pleasant voice. "Mrs. Moore Miss Quested ... | long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter was thus placed beyond doubt, and the Collector passed on, for other duties called him. Meanwhile the performance ended, and the amateur orch... | A Passage To India |
"I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." | Adela Quested | amused all who heard it.<|quote|>"I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends."</|quote|>"Well, we don't come across | was his own invention, and amused all who heard it.<|quote|>"I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends."</|quote|>"Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing. | Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it.<|quote|>"I only want those Indians whom you come across social... | crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concer... | I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries," said the lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? Tha... | sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A th... | drinks." They knew who it was this time the Collector, Mr. Turton, with whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he tur... | called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely ... | A Passage To India |
"Well, we don't come across them socially," | Mr. Turton | across socially as your friends."<|quote|>"Well, we don't come across them socially,"</|quote|>he said, laughing. "They're full | those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends."<|quote|>"Well, we don't come across them socially,"</|quote|>he said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but | like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends."<|quote|>"Well, we don't come across them socially,"</|q... | on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explai... | I am against Missionaries," said the lady who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He tho... | scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after ... | whom they had dined. Like themselves, he had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that... | the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre... | A Passage To India |
he said, laughing. | No speaker | don't come across them socially,"<|quote|>he said, laughing.</|quote|>"They're full of all the | as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them socially,"<|quote|>he said, laughing.</|quote|>"They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and | her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them socially,"<|quote|>he said, laughing.</|quote|>"They're ful... | figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a pa... | who had been a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see an... | "Oh, lucky you." "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so ... | had found the atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young... | one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any English... | A Passage To India |
"They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." | Mr. Turton | them socially," he said, laughing.<|quote|>"They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons."</|quote|>"Miss Quested, what a name!" | "Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing.<|quote|>"They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons."</|quote|>"Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her | was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing.<|quote|>"They're full of all the virtues, b... | me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gu... | a nurse. "I am all for Chaplains, but all against Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you li... | "But I want to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." B... | atmosphere of _Cousin Kate_ too hot. Ronny, he told them, was stage-managing in place of Major Callendar, whom some native subordinate or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was parti... | one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any English... | A Passage To India |
"Miss Quested, what a name!" | Mrs. Turton | to go into the reasons."<|quote|>"Miss Quested, what a name!"</|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton to her | now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons."<|quote|>"Miss Quested, what a name!"</|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. | and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons."<|quote|>"Miss Quested, what a name!"</|... | were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you... | Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister... | Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage,... | or other had let down, and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moo... | me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowner... | A Passage To India |
remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman i... | No speaker | "Miss Quested, what a name!"<|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he ... | to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!"<|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with ... | it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!"<|quote|>remarked Mrs. Turton to her... | the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially a... | want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specializ... | Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great d... | and doing it very well; then he turned to Ronny's other merits, and in quiet, decisive tones said much that was flattering. It wasn't that the young man was particularly good at the games or the lingo, or that he had much notion of the Law, but apparently a large but Ronny was dignified. Mrs. Moore was surprised to lea... | her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seeing the real India. Ronny was in high spirits. The request struck him as comic, and he called out to another passer-by: "Fielding! how's one to see the real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government Col... | A Passage To India |
"India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." | Mr. Turton | naturally made mistakes. He added:<|quote|>"India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding."</|quote|>Mrs. Turton closed her eyes | only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added:<|quote|>"India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding."</|quote|>Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked | trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added:<|quote|>"India does wonders for the judg... | full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry... | as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf ... | was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't co... | learnt it with anxiety, for she had not decided whether she liked dignified men. She tried indeed to discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one... | real India?" "Try seeing Indians," the man answered, and vanished. "Who was that?" "Our schoolmaster Government College." "As if one could avoid seeing them," sighed Mrs. Lesley. "I've avoided," said Miss Quested. "Excepting my own servant, I've scarcely spoken to an Indian since landing." "Oh, lucky you." "But I want ... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka. Then they reached their bungalow, low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink mor... | No speaker | even done wonders for Fielding."<|quote|>Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka. Then they reached their bungalow, low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup pl... | the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding."<|quote|>Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka. Then they reached their bungalow, low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil stat... | husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding."<|quote|>Mrs. Turton closed h... | the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, b... | Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those ... | patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were sayi... | discuss this point with Mr. Turton, but he silenced her with a good-humoured motion of his hand, and continued what he had come to say. "The long and the short of it is Heaslop's a sahib; he's the type we want, he's one of us," and another civilian who was leaning over the billiard table said, "Hear, hear!" The matter ... | didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesq... | A Passage To India |
"It's decent of the Burra Sahib," | Ronny Heaslop | and die exiled from glory.<|quote|>"It's decent of the Burra Sahib,"</|quote|>chattered Ronny, much gratified at | retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory.<|quote|>"It's decent of the Burra Sahib,"</|quote|>chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been | tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory.<|quote|>"It's decent of ... | the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink more, this time of barley water, and went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Vic... | that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially... | practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "I... | curt series of demands on Jehovah, fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were wear... | But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "... | A Passage To India |
chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his guests. | No speaker | decent of the Burra Sahib,"<|quote|>chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his guests.</|quote|>"Do you know he's never | die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib,"<|quote|>chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his guests.</|quote|>"Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? | knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib,"<|quote|>chattered Ronny... | in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink more, this time of barley water, and went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that he... | to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has e... | Take your choice. I know the Government people and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but... | fused into a prayer unknown in England, and though they perceived neither Royalty nor Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who a... | let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but crooked smile. "He can go where he likes as long as he doesn't come near me. They give me the creeps." "As a matter of fact I have thought what you were saying about heaven, and that is why I am against Missionaries," sai... | A Passage To India |
"Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even ... | Ronny Heaslop | been shown to his guests.<|quote|>"Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fre... | at the civility that had been shown to his guests.<|quote|>"Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can'... | be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib," chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his guests.<|quote|>"Do ... | had one drink more, this time of barley water, and went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any... | her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and rem... | get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Col... | Deity they did perceive something, they were strengthened to resist another day. Then they poured out, offering one another drinks. "Adela, have a drink; mother, a drink." They refused they were weary of drinks and Miss Quested, who always said exactly what was in her mind, announced anew that she was desirous of seein... | Missionaries. Let me explain." But before she could do so, the Collector intervened. "Do you really want to meet the Aryan Brother, Miss Quested? That can be easily fixed up. I didn't realize he'd amuse you." He thought a moment. "You can practically see any type you like. Take your choice. I know the Government people... | A Passage To India |
'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' | No speaker | fact told all the litigants,"<|quote|>'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.'</|quote|>"Ever since then I've dropped | the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants,"<|quote|>'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.'</|quote|>"Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as | Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants,"<|quote|>'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in wit... | better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. S... | A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib... | all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice li... | to see them." She became the centre of an amused group of ladies. One said, "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady,... | before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge... | A Passage To India |
"Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." | Ronny Heaslop | in with the City Magistrate.'<|quote|>"Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him."</|quote|>"Isn't the lesson that you | my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.'<|quote|>"Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him."</|quote|>"Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders | asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.'<|quote|>"Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as... | they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a c... | hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib," chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his gu... | into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his hea... | "Wanting to see Indians! How new that sounds!" Another, "Natives! why, fancy!" A third, more serious, said, "Let me explain. Natives don't respect one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse bef... | an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had... | A Passage To India |
"Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" | Adela Quested | lesson, and I hope him."<|quote|>"Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?"</|quote|>"Perhaps, but time's limited and | could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him."<|quote|>"Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?"</|quote|>"Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer | all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him."<|quote|>"Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleader... | has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," ... | would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib," chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his guests. "Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but wh... | the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made ... | one any the more after meeting one, you see." "That occurs after so many meetings." But the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any English... | evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa... | A Passage To India |
"Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." | Ronny Heaslop | have a smoke with you?"<|quote|>"Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"Why not ask the Pleaders | invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?"<|quote|>"Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested | to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?"<|quote|>"Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my... | of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever... | Sahib," chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his guests. "Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me.... | out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it h... | the lady, entirely stupid and friendly, continued: "What I mean is, I was a nurse before my marriage, and came across them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even... | before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge... | A Passage To India |
"Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" | Adela Quested | my own sort, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?"</|quote|>Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." | smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?"</|quote|>Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, | hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?"</|quote|>Miss Q... | me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope h... | a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this... | never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding w... | them a great deal, so I know. I really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if... | cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the ... | A Passage To India |
Miss Quested persisted. | No speaker | the Pleaders to the club?"<|quote|>Miss Quested persisted.</|quote|>"Not allowed." He was pleasant | I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?"<|quote|>Miss Quested persisted.</|quote|>"Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood | lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?"<|quote|>Miss Quested persisted.</|quote|>"Not allowed." H... | that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite ... | the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty ... | avoid doing so, and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, ... | really do know the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. ... | give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come ac... | A Passage To India |
"Not allowed." | Ronny Heaslop | the club?" Miss Quested persisted.<|quote|>"Not allowed."</|quote|>He was pleasant and patient, | not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted.<|quote|>"Not allowed."</|quote|>He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she | hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted.<|quote|>"Not allowed."</|quote|>He was pleasant... | sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Plea... | I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, th... | and he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't p... | the truth about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a g... | soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only... | A Passage To India |
He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had st... | No speaker | Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed."<|quote|>He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be ... | the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed."<|quote|>He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head,... | "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed."<|quote|>He was pleasant and patient, and ev... | all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to hav... | I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater... | only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka. T... | about Indians. A most unsuitable position for any Englishwoman I was a nurse in a Native State. One's only hope was to hold sternly aloof." "Even from one's patients?" "Why, the kindest thing one can do to a native is to let him die," said Mrs. Callendar. "How if he went to heaven?" asked Mrs. Moore, with a gentle but ... | a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." | Mrs. Moore | of the road, she exclaimed,<|quote|>"Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been."</|quote|>"Been there when?" asked her | domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed,<|quote|>"Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been."</|quote|>"Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, | tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed,<|quote|>"Oh, yes that's where I go... | surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did n... | prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called fi... | had been shown to his guests. "Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh c... | and the landowners, Heaslop here can get hold of the barrister crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impre... | withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; so... | A Passage To India |
"Been there when?" | Ronny Heaslop | to that's where I've been."<|quote|>"Been there when?"</|quote|>asked her son. "Between the | yes that's where I got to that's where I've been."<|quote|>"Been there when?"</|quote|>asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't | Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been."<|quote|>"Been there when?"</|quote|>asked her so... | here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note ... | afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowe... | given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowin... | crew, while if you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concer... | time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long... | A Passage To India |
asked her son. | No speaker | I've been." "Been there when?"<|quote|>asked her son.</|quote|>"Between the acts." "But, mother, | I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?"<|quote|>asked her son.</|quote|>"Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort | National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?"<|quote|>asked her son.</|quote|>"Between t... | caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into... | ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ... | Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country ... | you want to specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her... | this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact tol... | A Passage To India |
"Between the acts." | Mrs. Moore | there when?" asked her son.<|quote|>"Between the acts."</|quote|>"But, mother, you can't do | that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son.<|quote|>"Between the acts."</|quote|>"But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't | their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son.<|quote|>"Between the acts."</|quote|>"But, mothe... | shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, ju... | to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap ... | on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in ... | specialize on education, we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time... | of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. ... | A Passage To India |
"But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." | Ronny Heaslop | her son. "Between the acts."<|quote|>"But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing."</|quote|>"Can't mother?" she replied. "No, | been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts."<|quote|>"But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing."</|quote|>"Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. | died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts."<|quote|>"But, mother, you can't do that sor... | together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails... | Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought ... | the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty ... | we can come down on Fielding." "I'm tired of seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge... | hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib," chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his gu... | A Passage To India |
"Can't mother?" | Mrs. Moore | do that sort of thing."<|quote|>"Can't mother?"</|quote|>she replied. "No, really not | acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing."<|quote|>"Can't mother?"</|quote|>she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not | cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing."<|quote|>"Can't mother?"</|quote|>she r... | sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. Wh... | patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up out... | something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. W... | seeing picturesque figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not... | their bungalow, low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink more, this time of barley water, and went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A com... | A Passage To India |
she replied. | No speaker | sort of thing." "Can't mother?"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"No, really not in this | mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's | died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?"<|quote|>she replied.</|quote|>"No... | of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque... | evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She wat... | but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an exampl... | figures pass before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a pa... | Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's ta... | A Passage To India |
"No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." | Ronny Heaslop | thing." "Can't mother?" she replied.<|quote|>"No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening."</|quote|>"Ah yes, so the young | can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied.<|quote|>"No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening."</|quote|>"Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds | invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied.<|quote|>"No, really not in thi... | of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and... | why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose ... | you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the ... | before me as a frieze," the girl explained. "It was wonderful when we landed, but that superficial glamour soon goes." Her impressions were of no interest to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge... | it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd b... | A Passage To India |
"Ah yes, so the young man there said." | Mrs. Moore | lie out in the evening."<|quote|>"Ah yes, so the young man there said."</|quote|>"This sounds very romantic," said | thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening."<|quote|>"Ah yes, so the young man there said."</|quote|>"This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly | I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening."<|quote|>"Ah yes, so the young man there sa... | dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son... | the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught ... | still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterward... | to the Collector; he was only concerned to give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across sociall... | know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me... | A Passage To India |
"This sounds very romantic," | Adela Quested | the young man there said."<|quote|>"This sounds very romantic,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested, who was | the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said."<|quote|>"This sounds very romantic,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, | "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said."<|quote|>"This sounds very romantic,"</|quote|>sai... | their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do t... | his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all ... | to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to a... | give her a good time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come ac... | "Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even ... | A Passage To India |
said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. | No speaker | said." "This sounds very romantic,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade.</|quote|>"You meet a young man | so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade.</|quote|>"You meet a young man in a mosque, and then | mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly... | into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." ... | his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A su... | this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact tol... | time. Would she like a Bridge Party? He explained to her what that was not the game, but a party to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them social... | afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowe... | A Passage To India |
"You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" | Adela Quested | have had this little escapade.<|quote|>"You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!"</|quote|>"I was going to tell | and was glad she should have had this little escapade.<|quote|>"You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!"</|quote|>"I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed | done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade.<|quote|>"You meet a young man in a mosque, an... | gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for on... | whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water throug... | of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever... | to bridge the gulf between East and West; the expression was his own invention, and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirt... | mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since ... | A Passage To India |
"I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." | Mrs. Moore | then never let me know!"<|quote|>"I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable."</|quote|>"Was he nice?" She paused, | man in a mosque, and then never let me know!"<|quote|>"I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable."</|quote|>"Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." | out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!"<|quote|>"I was going to tell you, Adela, but somethin... | got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young ... | moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the ... | the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It'... | and amused all who heard it. "I only want those Indians whom you come across socially as your friends." "Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked M... | withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; so... | A Passage To India |
"Was he nice?" | Adela Quested | forgot. My memory grows deplorable."<|quote|>"Was he nice?"</|quote|>She paused, then said emphatically: | changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable."<|quote|>"Was he nice?"</|quote|>She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" | who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable."<|quote|>"Was he nice?"</|quote|>She paused, th... | do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and w... | all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died int... | touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders ... | "Well, we don't come across them socially," he said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungr... | civility that had been shown to his guests. "Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm... | A Passage To India |
She paused, then said emphatically: | No speaker | grows deplorable." "Was he nice?"<|quote|>She paused, then said emphatically:</|quote|>"Very nice." "Who was he?" | and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?"<|quote|>She paused, then said emphatically:</|quote|>"Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I | fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?"<|quote|>She paused, then said emphatically:</|quote... | of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she s... | stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible fl... | the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke... | come across them socially," he said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and crank... | for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Mag... | A Passage To India |
"Very nice." | Mrs. Moore | She paused, then said emphatically:<|quote|>"Very nice."</|quote|>"Who was he?" Ronny enquired. | grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically:<|quote|>"Very nice."</|quote|>"Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know | was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically:<|quote|>"Very nice."</|quote|>"Who was ... | replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little esca... | unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, l... | fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but t... | said, laughing. "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't ... | announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "P... | A Passage To India |
"Who was he?" | Ronny Heaslop | then said emphatically: "Very nice."<|quote|>"Who was he?"</|quote|>Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I | "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice."<|quote|>"Who was he?"</|quote|>Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know his name." "A | she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice."<|quote|>"Who was he?"</|quote|>Ronn... | really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You mee... | kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and do... | all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limi... | "They're full of all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out... | he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants... | A Passage To India |
Ronny enquired. | No speaker | "Very nice." "Who was he?"<|quote|>Ronny enquired.</|quote|>"A doctor. I don't know | She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?"<|quote|>Ronny enquired.</|quote|>"A doctor. I don't know his name." "A doctor? I | had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?"<|quote|>Ronny enquired.</|quote|>"A d... | this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man ... | heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed a... | 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh we... | all the virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice li... | you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she,... | A Passage To India |
"A doctor. I don't know his name." | Mrs. Moore | "Who was he?" Ronny enquired.<|quote|>"A doctor. I don't know his name."</|quote|>"A doctor? I know of | then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired.<|quote|>"A doctor. I don't know his name."</|quote|>"A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. | little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired.<|quote|>"A doctor. I don't kno... | It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, a... | passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the... | better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefe... | virtues, but we don't, and it's now eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Hea... | They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke wi... | A Passage To India |
"A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?" | Ronny Heaslop | I don't know his name."<|quote|>"A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?"</|quote|>"Rather small, with a little | he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know his name."<|quote|>"A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?"</|quote|>"Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He | in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know his name."<|quote|>"A doctor? I know of no yo... | snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was goin... | like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that... | he's in with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my ow... | eleven-thirty, and too late to go into the reasons." "Miss Quested, what a name!" remarked Mrs. Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her ... | that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons were little gods; soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib," chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to h... | A Passage To India |
"Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." | Mrs. Moore | odd! What was he like?"<|quote|>"Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. H... | young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?"<|quote|>"Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and t... | but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know his name." "A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?"<|quote|>"Rather small, with ... | the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. ... | or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." ... | hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, I'm afraid." "Why not ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted.... | Turton to her husband as they drove away. She had not taken to the new young lady, thinking her ungracious and cranky. She trusted that she hadn't been brought out to marry nice little Heaslop, though it looked like it, Her husband agreed with her in his heart, but he never spoke against an Englishwoman if he could avo... | not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance sta... | A Passage To India |
"I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." | Ronny Heaslop | club. He knows you well."<|quote|>"I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is."</|quote|>"He didn't come into the | we walked back to the club. He knows you well."<|quote|>"I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is."</|quote|>"He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't | to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well."<|quote|>"I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is."</|quot... | "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know his name." "A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?" "Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the ... | do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and w... | allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the c... | he only said that Miss Quested naturally made mistakes. He added: "India does wonders for the judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka... | with the City Magistrate.' "Ever since then I've dropped on him in Court as hard as I could. It's taught me a lesson, and I hope him." "Isn't the lesson that you should invite all the Pleaders to have a smoke with you?" "Perhaps, but time's limited and the flesh weak. I prefer my smoke at the club amongst my own sort, ... | A Passage To India |
"He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." | Mrs. Moore | make out who he is."<|quote|>"He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to."</|quote|>Thereupon the truth struck him, | out to me. I can't make out who he is."<|quote|>"He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to."</|quote|>Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good | was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is."<|quote|>"He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to."</|quote|>Ther... | doctor. I don't know his name." "A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?" "Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remember... | not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and th... | that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purp... | judgment, especially during the hot weather; it has even done wonders for Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka. Then they reached their bungalow, low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungal... | Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinshi... | A Passage To India |
Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried | No speaker | said he wasn't allowed to."<|quote|>Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried</|quote|>"Oh, good gracious! Not a | come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to."<|quote|>Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried</|quote|>"Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you | but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to."<|quote|>Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried</|quote|>"Oh, good grac... | young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?" "Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we w... | apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but somet... | to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed... | Fielding." Mrs. Turton closed her eyes at this name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka. Then they reached their bungalow, low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had on... | the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There'... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." | Ronny Heaslop | struck him, and he cried<|quote|>"Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong."</|quote|>"A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" | allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried<|quote|>"Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong."</|quote|>"A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't | his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried<|quote|>"Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me ... | he like?" "Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I ... | yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I ... | moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ordered his trap to be brought round. Mrs. Moore, whom the club had stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in t... | name and remarked that Mr. Fielding wasn't pukka, and had better marry Miss Quested, for she wasn't pukka. Then they reached their bungalow, low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink more, this time of barley water, and we... | her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Q... | A Passage To India |
"A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" | Adela Quested | I was going all wrong."<|quote|>"A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!"</|quote|>exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't | been talking to a native? I was going all wrong."<|quote|>"A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!"</|quote|>exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While | I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong."<|quote|>"A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!"</|quote|>ex... | of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't... | glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. ... | stupefied, woke up outside. She watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, pa... | low and enormous, the oldest and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink more, this time of barley water, and went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows... | leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's wh... | A Passage To India |
exclaimed Miss Quested. | No speaker | "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!"<|quote|>exclaimed Miss Quested.</|quote|>"Ronny, isn't that like your | I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!"<|quote|>exclaimed Miss Quested.</|quote|>"Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about | he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!"<|quote|>exclaimed Miss Quested.</|quote|... | shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon... | this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know h... | watched the moon, whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out,... | and most uncomfortable bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink more, this time of barley water, and went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and be... | ask the Pleaders to the club?" Miss Quested persisted. "Not allowed." He was pleasant and patient, and evidently understood why she did not understand. He implied that he had once been as she, though not for long. Going to the verandah, he called firmly to the moon. His sais answered, and without lowering his head, he ... | A Passage To India |
"Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it." | Adela Quested | perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested.<|quote|>"Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it."</|quote|>But Ronny was ruffled. From | all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested.<|quote|>"Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it."</|quote|>But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had | didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested.<|quote|>"Ronny, isn't that l... | how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struc... | "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know his name." "A doctor? I... | whose radiance stained with primrose the purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water throug... | bungalow in the civil station, with a sunk soup plate of a lawn, and they had one drink more, this time of barley water, and went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinit... | shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, ju... | A Passage To India |
But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Ganges, and had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to questio... | No speaker | then forgets she's seen it."<|quote|>But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Ganges, and had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy... | goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it."<|quote|>But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Ganges, and had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking abo... | Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it."<|quote|>But Ronny was ruffled. Fro... | back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was goi... | conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A doctor. I don't know his name." "A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?" "Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes.... | the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one... | went to bed. Their withdrawal from the club had broken up the evening, which, like all gatherings, had an official tinge. A community that bows the knee to a Viceroy and believes that the divinity that hedges a king can be transplanted, must feel some reverence for any viceregal substitute. At Chandrapore the Turtons w... | had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not ... | A Passage To India |
"He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." | Ronny Heaslop | he began to question her.<|quote|>"He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time."</|quote|>This in answer to a | an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to question her.<|quote|>"He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time."</|quote|>This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who | description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Ganges, and had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to question her.<|quote|>"He called to you in the m... | been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it." But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought ... | out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't... | new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't ... | soon they would retire to some suburban villa, and die exiled from glory. "It's decent of the Burra Sahib," chattered Ronny, much gratified at the civility that had been shown to his guests. "Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myse... | little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to ... | A Passage To India |
This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. | No speaker | it's not their prayer time."<|quote|>This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest.</|quote|>"So he called to you | that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time."<|quote|>This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest.</|quote|>"So he called to you over your shoes. Then it | indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to question her. "He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time."<|quote|>This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Qu... | seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it." But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Ganges, and had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that ... | on, but I remembered luckily. He told me about his children, and then we walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a M... | yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah... | been shown to his guests. "Do you know he's never given a Bridge Party before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh compa... | surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did n... | A Passage To India |
"So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." | Ronny Heaslop | who showed the keenest interest.<|quote|>"So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on."</|quote|>"I think it was impudence, | a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest.<|quote|>"So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on."</|quote|>"I think it was impudence, but I don't know about | Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to question her. "He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest.<|quote|>"So he called to you over your ... | it." But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Ganges, and had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to qu... | walked back to the club. He knows you well." "I wish you had pointed him out to me. I can't make out who he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I ... | her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Q... | before? Coming on top of the dinner too! I wish I could have arranged something myself, but when you know the natives better you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until ... | asked her son. "Between the acts." "But, mother, you can't do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said ... | A Passage To India |
"I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick," | Mrs. Moore | you had had them on."<|quote|>"I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore. "His nerves | an old trick. I wish you had had them on."<|quote|>"I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore. "His nerves were all on edge I | there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. "So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on."<|quote|>"I think it was impudence, but I don't know about ... | had brought out all the comradely emotions. What a mix-up! Why hadn't she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to question her. "He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's... | he is." "He didn't come into the club. He said he wasn't allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't th... | country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a ... | you'll realize it's easier for the Burra Sahib than for me. They know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon aft... | do that sort of thing." "Can't mother?" she replied. "No, really not in this country. It's not done. There's the danger from snakes for one thing. They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and w... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Moore. | No speaker | don't know about a trick,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"His nerves were all on | it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"His nerves were all on edge I could tell from | time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. "So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." "I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"His nerves were all on edg... | she indicated by the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to question her. "He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Queste... | allowed to." Thereupon the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real ... | They are apt to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, ... | know him they know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me... | purple of the surrounding sky. In England the moon had seemed dead and alien; here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness beh... | A Passage To India |
"His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered." | Mrs. Moore | a trick," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered."</|quote|>"You oughtn't to have answered." | but I don't know about a trick," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered."</|quote|>"You oughtn't to have answered." "Now look here," said the | answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. "So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." "I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his ... | the tone of her voice that she was talking about an Indian? Scratchy and dictatorial, he began to question her. "He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed t... | the truth struck him, and he cried "Oh, good gracious! Not a Mohammedan? Why ever didn't you tell me you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and see... | to lie out in the evening." "Ah yes, so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something... | know he can't be fooled I'm still fresh comparatively. No one can even begin to think of knowing this country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigare... | dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note had died into a new one, just as cocktails and cigars had died into invisible flowers. When the mosque, long and domeless, gleamed at the turn of the road, she exclaimed, "Oh, yes that's where I got to that's where I've been." "Been there when?" asked her son... | A Passage To India |
"You oughtn't to have answered." | Ronny Heaslop | as I answered he altered."<|quote|>"You oughtn't to have answered."</|quote|>"Now look here," said the | from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered."<|quote|>"You oughtn't to have answered."</|quote|>"Now look here," said the logical girl, "wouldn't you expect | shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." "I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick," said Mrs. Moore. "His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered."<|quote|>"You oughtn't to have answered."</|quote|>"Now look here," said ... | her. "He called to you in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. "So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish... | you'd been talking to a native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it." But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had th... | Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then ... | country until he has been in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all... | said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, ... | A Passage To India |
"Now look here," | Adela Quested | "You oughtn't to have answered."<|quote|>"Now look here,"</|quote|>said the logical girl, "wouldn't | as I answered he altered." "You oughtn't to have answered."<|quote|>"Now look here,"</|quote|>said the logical girl, "wouldn't you expect a Mohammedan to | It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." "I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick," said Mrs. Moore. "His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered." "You oughtn't to have answered."<|quote|>"Now look here,"</|quote|>said the logical girl, "wouldn't yo... | in the mosque, did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. "So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." ... | native? I was going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it." But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might b... | fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "W... | in it twenty years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'... | so the young man there said." "This sounds very romantic," said Miss Quested, who was exceedingly fond of Mrs. Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgo... | A Passage To India |
said the logical girl, | No speaker | have answered." "Now look here,"<|quote|>said the logical girl,</|quote|>"wouldn't you expect a Mohammedan | he altered." "You oughtn't to have answered." "Now look here,"<|quote|>said the logical girl,</|quote|>"wouldn't you expect a Mohammedan to answer if you asked | trick. I wish you had had them on." "I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick," said Mrs. Moore. "His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered." "You oughtn't to have answered." "Now look here,"<|quote|>said the logical girl,</|quote|>"wouldn't you expect a M... | did he? How? Impudently? What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. "So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." "I think it was... | going all wrong." "A Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it." But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggin... | Moore, and was glad she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" R... | years. Hullo, the mater! Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come... | his name." "A doctor? I know of no young doctor in Chandrapore. How odd! What was he like?" "Rather small, with a little moustache and quick eyes. He called out to me when I was in the dark part of the mosque about my shoes. That was how we began talking. He was afraid I had them on, but I remembered luckily. He told m... | A Passage To India |
"wouldn't you expect a Mohammedan to answer if you asked him to take off his hat in church?" | Adela Quested | here," said the logical girl,<|quote|>"wouldn't you expect a Mohammedan to answer if you asked him to take off his hat in church?"</|quote|>"It's different, it's different; you | to have answered." "Now look here," said the logical girl,<|quote|>"wouldn't you expect a Mohammedan to answer if you asked him to take off his hat in church?"</|quote|>"It's different, it's different; you don't understand." "I know I | had had them on." "I think it was impudence, but I don't know about a trick," said Mrs. Moore. "His nerves were all on edge I could tell from his voice. As soon as I answered he altered." "You oughtn't to have answered." "Now look here," said the logical girl,<|quote|>"wouldn't you expect a Mohammedan to answer if you ... | What was he doing there himself at that time of night? No, it's not their prayer time." This in answer to a suggestion of Miss Quested's, who showed the keenest interest. "So he called to you over your shoes. Then it was impudence. It's an old trick. I wish you had had them on." "I think it was impudence, but I don't k... | Mohammedan! How perfectly magnificent!" exclaimed Miss Quested. "Ronny, isn't that like your mother? While we talk about seeing the real India, she goes and sees it, and then forgets she's seen it." But Ronny was ruffled. From his mother's description he had thought the doctor might be young Muggins from over the Gange... | she should have had this little escapade. "You meet a young man in a mosque, and then never let me know!" "I was going to tell you, Adela, but something changed the conversation and I forgot. My memory grows deplorable." "Was he nice?" She paused, then said emphatically: "Very nice." "Who was he?" Ronny enquired. "A do... | Here's your cloak. Well: for an example of the mistakes one makes. Soon after I came out I asked one of the Pleaders to have a smoke with me only a cigarette, mind. I found afterwards that he had sent touts all over the bazaar to announce the fact told all the litigants," 'Oh, you'd better come to my Vakil Mahmoud Ali ... | here she was caught in the shawl of night together with earth and all the other stars. A sudden sense of unity, of kinship with the heavenly bodies, passed into the old woman and out, like water through a tank, leaving a strange freshness behind. She did not dislike _Cousin Kate_ or the National Anthem, but their note ... | A Passage To India |
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