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one of the ladies said. | No speaker | we speak yours a little,"<|quote|>one of the ladies said.</|quote|>"Why, fancy, she understands!" said | come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little,"<|quote|>one of the ladies said.</|quote|>"Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High | the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little,"<|quote|>one of the ladies said.</|quote|>"W... | except one or two of the Ranis, and they're on an equality." Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, sh... | allowed to drive in; it's so bad for them," said Mrs. Turton, who had at last begun her progress to the summer-house, accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck... | purdah women! I never thought any would come. Oh dear!" A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs.... | coloured but translucent, poured light from its whole circumference. It seemed unlikely that the series stopped here. Beyond the sky must not there be something that overarches all the skies, more impartial even than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attit... | the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought ... | A Passage To India |
"Why, fancy, she understands!" | Mrs. Turton | one of the ladies said.<|quote|>"Why, fancy, she understands!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, | we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said.<|quote|>"Why, fancy, she understands!"</|quote|>said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another | mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said.<|quote|>"Why, fancy, she understands!"</|quote|>s... | the Ranis, and they're on an equality." Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her com... | so bad for them," said Mrs. Turton, who had at last begun her progress to the summer-house, accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah pa... | any would come. Oh dear!" A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood th... | from its whole circumference. It seemed unlikely that the series stopped here. Beyond the sky must not there be something that overarches all the skies, more impartial even than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dres... | hands with any of the men, unless it has to be the Nawab Bahadur." "Whom have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal buildin... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Turton. | No speaker | said. "Why, fancy, she understands!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Turton.</|quote|>"Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," | little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Turton.</|quote|>"Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. | her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!"<|quote|>said Mrs. Turton.</|quote|>... | on an equality." Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what ... | said Mrs. Turton, who had at last begun her progress to the summer-house, accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Mi... | dear!" A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives,... | It seemed unlikely that the series stopped here. Beyond the sky must not there be something that overarches all the skies, more impartial even than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class Engli... | was a good play, in order to hurt nobody's feelings. An "unkind notice" had appeared in the local paper, "the sort of thing no white man could have written," as Mrs. Lesley said. The play was praised, to be sure, and so were the stage management and the performance as a whole, but the notice contained the following sen... | A Passage To India |
"Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," | _unknowable | she understands!" said Mrs. Turton.<|quote|>"Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner,"</|quote|>said another of the ladies. | the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton.<|quote|>"Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner,"</|quote|>said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But | over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton.<|quote|>"Eastbourne, Piccadilly,... | Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Ple... | who had at last begun her progress to the summer-house, accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, r... | group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the ve... | that the series stopped here. Beyond the sky must not there be something that overarches all the skies, more impartial even than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actu... | awkwardly. "What do you want me to do? Oh, those purdah women! I never thought any would come. Oh dear!" A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the compa... | A Passage To India |
said another of the ladies. | No speaker | "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner,"<|quote|>said another of the ladies.</|quote|>"Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But | she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner,"<|quote|>said another of the ladies.</|quote|>"Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how | companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner,"<|quote|>said a... | the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wis... | her progress to the summer-house, accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haught... | been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was signif... | Beyond the sky must not there be something that overarches all the skies, more impartial even than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were. Next year they woul... | The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it ov... | A Passage To India |
"Oh yes, they're English-speaking." | Mrs. Turton | said another of the ladies.<|quote|>"Oh yes, they're English-speaking."</|quote|>"But now we can talk: | "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies.<|quote|>"Oh yes, they're English-speaking."</|quote|>"But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her | wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies.<|quote|>"Oh yes,... | few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak thei... | accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haughty rejoinder. "Do kindly tell us wh... | quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by ... | there be something that overarches all the skies, more impartial even than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were. Next year they would do _Quality Street_ or... | A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watchi... | A Passage To India |
"But now we can talk: how delightful!" | Adela Quested | ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking."<|quote|>"But now we can talk: how delightful!"</|quote|>cried Adela, her face lighting | Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking."<|quote|>"But now we can talk: how delightful!"</|quote|>cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," | ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking."<|quote|>... | in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we ha... | Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haughty rejoinder. "Do kindly tell us who these ladies are," asked ... | near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bo... | overarches all the skies, more impartial even than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were. Next year they would do _Quality Street_ or _The Yeomen of the Guar... | do you want me to do? Oh, those purdah women! I never thought any would come. Oh dear!" A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their face... | A Passage To India |
cried Adela, her face lighting up. | No speaker | we can talk: how delightful!"<|quote|>cried Adela, her face lighting up.</|quote|>"She knows Paris also," called | yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!"<|quote|>cried Adela, her face lighting up.</|quote|>"She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They | their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!"<|qu... | but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country.... | come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haughty rejoinder. "Do kindly tell us who these ladies are," asked Mrs. Moore. "You're superior to them, a... | more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to c... | than they? Beyond which again . . . They spoke of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were. Next year they would do _Quality Street_ or _The Yeomen of the Guard._ Save for this annual incursion, they left ... | nails, but to her friends. Miss Derek did not belong to Chandrapore. She was stopping for a fortnight with the McBrydes, the police people, and she had been so good as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried t... | A Passage To India |
called one of the onlookers. | No speaker | up. "She knows Paris also,"<|quote|>called one of the onlookers.</|quote|>"They pass Paris on the | cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also,"<|quote|>called one of the onlookers.</|quote|>"They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. | country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris als... | none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the... | much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haughty rejoinder. "Do kindly tell us who these ladies are," asked Mrs. Moore. "You're superior to them, anyway. Don't forget that. You're superior ... | stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it over." "I r... | of _Cousin Kate._ They had tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were. Next year they would do _Quality Street_ or _The Yeomen of the Guard._ Save for this annual incursion, they left literature alone. The men had no time for it, t... | man could have written," as Mrs. Lesley said. The play was praised, to be sure, and so were the stage management and the performance as a whole, but the notice contained the following sentence: "Miss Derek, though she charmingly looked her part, lacked the necessary experience, and occasionally forgot her words." This ... | A Passage To India |
"They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," | Mrs. Turton | called one of the onlookers.<|quote|>"They pass Paris on the way, no doubt,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Turton, as if | up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers.<|quote|>"They pass Paris on the way, no doubt,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements | a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers.<|... | and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy,... | to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haughty rejoinder. "Do kindly tell us who these ladies are," asked Mrs. Moore. "You're superior to them, anyway. Don't forget that. You're superior to everyone in India... | the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it over." "I refuse to shake hands with ... | tried to reproduce their own attitude to life upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were. Next year they would do _Quality Street_ or _The Yeomen of the Guard._ Save for this annual incursion, they left literature alone. The men had no time for it, the women did nothing that t... | was stopping for a fortnight with the McBrydes, the police people, and she had been so good as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried the Collector, touching his wife on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turto... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. | No speaker | on the way, no doubt,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her.</|quote|>"The shorter lady, she is | the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her.</|quote|>"The shorter lady, she is my w... | fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt,"<|q... | As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastb... | purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haughty rejoinder. "Do kindly tell us who these ladies are," asked Mrs. Moore. "You're superior to them, anyway. Don't forget that. You're superior to everyone in India except one or two of the Ranis, and they'r... | bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it over." "I refuse to shake hands with any of the men, unless it has to be the Naw... | upon the stage, and to dress up as the middle-class English people they actually were. Next year they would do _Quality Street_ or _The Yeomen of the Guard._ Save for this annual incursion, they left literature alone. The men had no time for it, the women did nothing that they could not share with the men. Their ignora... | her give purdah parties until she struck." "This isn't a purdah party," corrected Miss Quested. "Oh, really," was the haughty rejoinder. "Do kindly tell us who these ladies are," asked Mrs. Moore. "You're superior to them, anyway. Don't forget that. You're superior to everyone in India except one or two of the Ranis, a... | A Passage To India |
the onlooker explained. | No speaker | wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya,"<|quote|>the onlooker explained.</|quote|>"The taller lady, she is | shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya,"<|quote|>the onlooker explained.</|quote|>"The taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. | doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya,"<|quote|>the onlooker explained.<... | "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doub... | the Ranis, and they're on an equality." Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her com... | with any of the men, unless it has to be the Nawab Bahadur." "Whom have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal building regu... | they could not share with the men. Their ignorance of the Arts was notable, and they lost no opportunity of proclaiming it to one another; it was the Public School attitude, flourishing more vigorously than it can yet hope to do in England. If Indians were shop, the Arts were bad form, and Ronny had repressed his mothe... | been allowed to drive in; it's so bad for them," said Mrs. Turton, who had at last begun her progress to the summer-house, accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Talk to Mrs. McBryde. Her husband made her give purdah parties until she s... | A Passage To India |
The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indee... | No speaker | sister, she is Mrs. Das."<|quote|>The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did no... | taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. Das."<|quote|>The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away f... | Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. "The taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. Das."<|quote|>The shorter and the taller ladi... | of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more... | and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could... | have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal building regulations, and he's that Parsi, and he's Hullo! there he goes smash i... | and they lost no opportunity of proclaiming it to one another; it was the Public School attitude, flourishing more vigorously than it can yet hope to do in England. If Indians were shop, the Arts were bad form, and Ronny had repressed his mother when she enquired after his viola; a viola was almost a demerit, and certa... | McBrydes, the police people, and she had been so good as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried the Collector, touching his wife on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turton got up awkwardly. "What do you want ... | A Passage To India |
"I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." | Mrs. Moore | Bhattacharya, whose face she liked,<|quote|>"I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day."</|quote|>"When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. | impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked,<|quote|>"I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day."</|quote|>"When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days | produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked,<|quote|>"I wonder whether yo... | before her, and she tried to make them talk, but she failed, she strove in vain against the echoing walls of their civility. Whatever she said produced a murmur of deprecation, varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did... | my sister, she is Mrs. Das." The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not min... | she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell th... | as nails, but to her friends. Miss Derek did not belong to Chandrapore. She was stopping for a fortnight with the McBrydes, the police people, and she had been so good as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," crie... | speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps w... | A Passage To India |
she replied, inclining charmingly. | No speaker | on you some day." "When?"<|quote|>she replied, inclining charmingly.</|quote|>"Whenever is convenient." "All days | would allow us to call on you some day." "When?"<|quote|>she replied, inclining charmingly.</|quote|>"Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . | for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?"<|quote|>she replied, inclining charmingly.</|quot... | in vain against the echoing walls of their civility. Whatever she said produced a murmur of deprecation, varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for th... | their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recov... | Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have ... | was stopping for a fortnight with the McBrydes, the police people, and she had been so good as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried the Collector, touching his wife on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turto... | asked Mrs. Moore. "You're superior to them, anyway. Don't forget that. You're superior to everyone in India except one or two of the Ranis, and they're on an equality." Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she ... | A Passage To India |
"Whenever is convenient." | Mrs. Moore | "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly.<|quote|>"Whenever is convenient."</|quote|>"All days are convenient." "Thursday | call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly.<|quote|>"Whenever is convenient."</|quote|>"All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." | detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly.<|quote|>"Whenever is convenien... | echoing walls of their civility. Whatever she said produced a murmur of deprecation, varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached e... | There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making t... | the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to the... | fortnight with the McBrydes, the police people, and she had been so good as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried the Collector, touching his wife on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turton got up awkwardly.... | Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Ple... | A Passage To India |
"Thursday . . ." | Mrs. Moore | convenient." "All days are convenient."<|quote|>"Thursday . . ."</|quote|>"Most certainly." "We shall enjoy | replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient."<|quote|>"Thursday . . ."</|quote|>"Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be | it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient."<|quote|>"Thursday . . ."</... | said produced a murmur of deprecation, varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all ... | gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures of atonement or despair at all ... | her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak y... | and she had been so good as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried the Collector, touching his wife on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turton got up awkwardly. "What do you want me to do? Oh, those purdah wo... | yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she ... | A Passage To India |
"We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" | Mrs. Moore | . . ." "Most certainly."<|quote|>"We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?"</|quote|>"All hours." "Tell us which | "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly."<|quote|>"We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?"</|quote|>"All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite | When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly."<|quote|>"We shall ... | varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took thei... | a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures of atonement or despair at all that was said, and alternately f... | of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladi... | as to fill up a gap in the cast at the last moment. A nice impression of local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried the Collector, touching his wife on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turton got up awkwardly. "What do you want me to do? Oh, those purdah women! I never thought any ... | rein when he meant the right. All as usual." "They ought never to have been allowed to drive in; it's so bad for them," said Mrs. Turton, who had at last begun her progress to the summer-house, accompanied by Mrs. Moore, Miss Quested, and a terrier. "Why they come at all I don't know. They hate it as much as we do. Tal... | A Passage To India |
"Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," | Adela Quested | about the time?" "All hours."<|quote|>"Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya | be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours."<|quote|>"Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. | she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours."<|quote|>"Tell us which ... | what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether ... | away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures of atonement or despair at all that was said, and alternately fondling the terrier or shrinking from him. Miss Quested now had her desired opportunity; friendly Indians we... | was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, Hig... | local hospitality she would carry away with her. "To work, Mary, to work," cried the Collector, touching his wife on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turton got up awkwardly. "What do you want me to do? Oh, those purdah women! I never thought any would come. Oh dear!" A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering ... | Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. "The taller lady, she... | A Passage To India |
said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, | No speaker | know when you have visitors,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added,</|quote|>"We leave... | to your country; we don't know when you have visitors,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She... | charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors,"<|quote|>said Miss... | a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "A... | recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures of atonement or despair at all that was said, and alternately fondling the terrier or shrinking from him. Miss Quested now had her desired opportunity; friendly Indians were before her, and she tried to make them talk, but she failed, she strove in vain against the echoing wal... | we could speak their language, but we have only just come to their country." "Perhaps we speak yours a little," one of the ladies said. "Why, fancy, she understands!" said Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how d... | on the shoulder with a switch. Mrs. Turton got up awkwardly. "What do you want me to do? Oh, those purdah women! I never thought any would come. Oh dear!" A little group of Indian ladies had been gathering in a third quarter of the grounds, near a rustic summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken re... | own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. "The taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. Das." The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new for... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, do you?" | Adela Quested | "We leave for Calcutta to-day."<|quote|>"Oh, do you?"</|quote|>said Adela, not at first | her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day."<|quote|>"Oh, do you?"</|quote|>said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she | visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day."<|quote|>"Oh, ... | inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," said Mi... | against the echoing walls of their civility. Whatever she said produced a murmur of deprecation, varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with ... | can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was We... | summer-house in which the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "... | words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their la... | A Passage To India |
said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, | No speaker | Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?"<|quote|>said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried,</|quote|>"Oh, but if you do | She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?"<|quote|>said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried,</|quote|>"Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." | Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?"<|quote|>said Adela, ... | is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya se... | walls of their civility. Whatever she said produced a murmur of deprecation, varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expressio... | delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and... | the more timid of them had already taken refuge. The rest stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought ... | welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the politer forms and of the verbs only the imperative mood. As soon as her speech was over, she enquired of her companions, "Is that what you wanted?" "Please tell these ladies that I wish we could speak their language, b... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." | Adela Quested | the implication. Then she cried,<|quote|>"Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone."</|quote|>Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute | Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried,<|quote|>"Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone."</|quote|>Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called | that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried,<|quote|>"Oh, but if you do we... | certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, s... | deprecation, varying into a murmur of concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When t... | called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife... | stood with their backs to the company and their faces pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it over." "I r... | High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory ... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, | No speaker | we shall find you gone."<|quote|>Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance,</|quote|>"Yes, yes, you come to | "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone."<|quote|>Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance,</|quote|>"Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be | would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone."<|quote|>Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. Bu... | real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come t... | her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mr... | way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. ... | pressed into a bank of shrubs. At a little distance stood their male relatives, watching the venture. The sight was significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it over." "I refuse to shake hands with any of the men, unless it ha... | "You're superior to them, anyway. Don't forget that. You're superior to everyone in India except one or two of the Ranis, and they're on an equality." Advancing, she shook hands with the group and said a few words of welcome in Urdu. She had learnt the lingo, but only to speak to her servants, so she knew none of the p... | A Passage To India |
"But you'll be in Calcutta." | Adela Quested | you come to us Thursday."<|quote|>"But you'll be in Calcutta."</|quote|>"No, no, we shall not." | from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday."<|quote|>"But you'll be in Calcutta."</|quote|>"No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to | added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday."<|quote|>"But you'll be in Calcutta."</|qu... | we don't know when you have visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Cal... | unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inc... | more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. "The taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. Das." The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris,... | significant: an island bared by the turning tide, and bound to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it over." "I refuse to shake hands with any of the men, unless it has to be the Nawab Bahadur." "Whom have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We kn... | Mrs. Turton. "Eastbourne, Piccadilly, High Park Corner," said another of the ladies. "Oh yes, they're English-speaking." "But now we can talk: how delightful!" cried Adela, her face lighting up. "She knows Paris also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was ... | A Passage To India |
He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. | No speaker | "No, no, we shall not."<|quote|>He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali.</|quote|>"We expect you Thursday." "Thursday | "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not."<|quote|>He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali.</|quote|>"We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman | Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not."<|quote|>He said something swiftly to his wife ... | Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seei... | she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient.... | group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is my wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. "The taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. Das." The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about thei... | to grow. "I consider they ought to come over to me." "Come along, Mary, get it over." "I refuse to shake hands with any of the men, unless it has to be the Nawab Bahadur." "Whom have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants t... | a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestur... | A Passage To India |
the woman echoed. | No speaker | Thursday." "Thursday . . ."<|quote|>the woman echoed.</|quote|>"You can't have done such | in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ."<|quote|>the woman echoed.</|quote|>"You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to | find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ."<|quote|>the woman echoed.</|quote|>"You c... | that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not di... | Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real plea... | wife, she is Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. "The taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. Das." The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. Whe... | "I refuse to shake hands with any of the men, unless it has to be the Nawab Bahadur." "Whom have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge th... | concern when she dropped her pocket-handkerchief. She tried doing nothing, to see what that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had a... | A Passage To India |
"You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?" | Mrs. Moore | . ." the woman echoed.<|quote|>"You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Moore. "No, of | expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed.<|quote|>"You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?"</|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Moore. "No, of course not, we are not | Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed.<|quote|>"You can't have done such a dre... | would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her hu... | impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What ab... | Mrs. Bhattacharya," the onlooker explained. "The taller lady, she is my sister, she is Mrs. Das." The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhatta... | shake hands with any of the men, unless it has to be the Nawab Bahadur." "Whom have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal b... | that produced, and they too did nothing. Mrs. Moore was equally unsuccessful. Mrs. Turton waited for them with a detached expression; she had known what nonsense it all was from the first. When they took their leave, Mrs. Moore had an impulse, and said to Mrs. Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you w... | A Passage To India |
exclaimed Mrs. Moore. | No speaker | off going for our sake?"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"No, of course not, we | dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"No, of course not, we are not such people." He | come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed. "You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?"<|quote|>exclaimed Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"No, of course no... | her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll b... | us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your count... | The shorter and the taller ladies both adjusted their saris, and smiled. There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indee... | have we so far?" He glanced along the line. "H'm! h'm! much as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal building regulations, and he's that Parsi, and he's Hullo! there he goes smash i... | also," called one of the onlookers. "They pass Paris on the way, no doubt," said Mrs. Turton, as if she was describing the movements of migratory birds. Her manner had grown more distant since she had discovered that some of the group was Westernized, and might apply her own standards to her. "The shorter lady, she is ... | A Passage To India |
He was laughing. | No speaker | we are not such people."<|quote|>He was laughing.</|quote|>"I believe that you have. | Moore. "No, of course not, we are not such people."<|quote|>He was laughing.</|quote|>"I believe that you have. Oh, please it distresses me | shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed. "You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?" exclaimed Mrs. Moore. "No, of course not, we are not such people."<|quote|>He was laughing.</|quote|>"I believe that yo... | you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wi... | "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhatt... | There was a curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making t... | as one expected. We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal building regulations, and he's that Parsi, and he's Hullo! there he goes smash into our hollyhocks. Pulled the left rein when he meant the r... | seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures of atonement or despair at all that was said, and alternately fondling the terrier or shrinking from him. Miss Quested now had her desired opportunity; friendly Indians were before her, and she tried to make... | A Passage To India |
"I believe that you have. Oh, please it distresses me beyond words." | Mrs. Moore | such people." He was laughing.<|quote|>"I believe that you have. Oh, please it distresses me beyond words."</|quote|>Everyone was laughing now, but | course not, we are not such people." He was laughing.<|quote|>"I believe that you have. Oh, please it distresses me beyond words."</|quote|>Everyone was laughing now, but with no suggestion that they | said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed. "You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?" exclaimed Mrs. Moore. "No, of course not, we are not such people." He was laughing.<|quote|>"I believe that you have. Oh, please it di... | not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We... | "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know... | curious uncertainty about their gestures, as if they sought for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures... | We know why he's here, I think over that contract, and he wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal building regulations, and he's that Parsi, and he's Hullo! there he goes smash into our hollyhocks. Pulled the left rein when he meant the right. All as usua... | for a new formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures of atonement or despair at all that was said, and alternate... | A Passage To India |
Everyone was laughing now, but with no suggestion that they had blundered. A shapeless discussion occurred, during which Mrs. Turton retired, smiling to herself. The upshot was that they were to come Thursday, but early in the morning, so as to wreck the Bhattacharya plans as little as possible, and Mr. Bhattacharya wo... | No speaker | it distresses me beyond words."<|quote|>Everyone was laughing now, but with no suggestion that they had blundered. A shapeless discussion occurred, during which Mrs. Turton retired, smiling to herself. The upshot was that they were to come Thursday, but early in the morning, so as to wreck the Bhattacharya plans as lit... | that you have. Oh, please it distresses me beyond words."<|quote|>Everyone was laughing now, but with no suggestion that they had blundered. A shapeless discussion occurred, during which Mrs. Turton retired, smiling to herself. The upshot was that they were to come Thursday, but early in the morning, so as to wreck the... | "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed. "You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off going for our sake?" exclaimed Mrs. Moore. "No, of course not, we are not such people." He was laughing. "I believe that you have. Oh, please it distresses me beyond words."<|quote|>Everyone was laughing now, but with no suggest... | you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed. "You ca... | enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours." "Tell us which you would prefer. We're quite strangers to your country; we don't know when you have visitors," said Miss Quested. Mrs. Bhattacharya seemed not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, ... | formula which neither East nor West could provide. When Mrs. Bhattacharya's husband spoke, she turned away from him, but she did not mind seeing the other men. Indeed all the ladies were uncertain, cowering, recovering, giggling, making tiny gestures of atonement or despair at all that was said, and alternately fondlin... | wants to get the right side of me for Mohurram, and he's the astrologer who wants to dodge the municipal building regulations, and he's that Parsi, and he's Hullo! there he goes smash into our hollyhocks. Pulled the left rein when he meant the right. All as usual." "They ought never to have been allowed to drive in; it... | Bhattacharya, whose face she liked, "I wonder whether you would allow us to call on you some day." "When?" she replied, inclining charmingly. "Whenever is convenient." "All days are convenient." "Thursday . . ." "Most certainly." "We shall enjoy it greatly, it would be a real pleasure. What about the time?" "All hours.... | A Passage To India |
"I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know." | Adela Quested | the other lady to tea.<|quote|>"I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know."</|quote|>"I'm rather a hermit, you | that he asked her and the other lady to tea.<|quote|>"I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know."</|quote|>"I'm rather a hermit, you know." "Much the best thing | was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea.<|quote|>"I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so woul... | Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset ha... | mind. Athletic and cheerful, he romped about, making numerous mistakes which the parents of his pupils tried to cover up, for he was popular among them. When the moment for refreshments came, he did not move back to the English side, but burnt his mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anything. Amid much that... | by so high an official was a permanent asset. They did not mind how long they stood, or how little happened, and when seven o'clock struck, they had to be turned out. Others were grateful with more intelligence. The Nawab Bahadur, indifferent for himself and for the distinction with which he was greeted, was moved by t... | not to know either. Her gesture implied that she had known, since Thursdays began, that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then ... | that Turton had been made to give the party by his official superiors and was all the time consumed with impotent rage, and they infected some who were inclined to a healthier view. Yet even Mahmoud Ali was glad he had come. Shrines are fascinating, especially when rarely opened, and it amused him to note the ritual of... | A Passage To India |
"I'm rather a hermit, you know." | Cyril Fielding | would Mrs. Moore, I know."<|quote|>"I'm rather a hermit, you know."</|quote|>"Much the best thing to | very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know."<|quote|>"I'm rather a hermit, you know."</|quote|>"Much the best thing to be in this place." "Owing | have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know."<|quote|>"I'm rather a hermit, you know."</|quote|>"Much the be... | them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, bei... | his pupils tried to cover up, for he was popular among them. When the moment for refreshments came, he did not move back to the English side, but burnt his mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and tha... | long they stood, or how little happened, and when seven o'clock struck, they had to be turned out. Others were grateful with more intelligence. The Nawab Bahadur, indifferent for himself and for the distinction with which he was greeted, was moved by the mere kindness that must have prompted the invitation. He knew the... | that English ladies would come to see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not di... | cynical state of mind. Athletic and cheerful, he romped about, making numerous mistakes which the parents of his pupils tried to cover up, for he was popular among them. When the moment for refreshments came, he did not move back to the English side, but burnt his mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anythin... | A Passage To India |
"Much the best thing to be in this place." | Adela Quested | rather a hermit, you know."<|quote|>"Much the best thing to be in this place."</|quote|>"Owing to my work and | Mrs. Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know."<|quote|>"Much the best thing to be in this place."</|quote|>"Owing to my work and so on, I don't get | was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know."<|quote|>"Much the best thing to be in this place."</|quote|... | by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his infor... | for he was popular among them. When the moment for refreshments came, he did not move back to the English side, but burnt his mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing ... | happened, and when seven o'clock struck, they had to be turned out. Others were grateful with more intelligence. The Nawab Bahadur, indifferent for himself and for the distinction with which he was greeted, was moved by the mere kindness that must have prompted the invitation. He knew the difficulties. Hamidullah also ... | see her on one of them, and so always stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called f... | distinction with which he was greeted, was moved by the mere kindness that must have prompted the invitation. He knew the difficulties. Hamidullah also thought that the Collector had played up well. But others, such as Mahmoud Ali, were cynical; they were firmly convinced that Turton had been made to give the party by ... | A Passage To India |
"Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club." | Cyril Fielding | to be in this place."<|quote|>"Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club."</|quote|>"I know, I know, and | know." "Much the best thing to be in this place."<|quote|>"Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club."</|quote|>"I know, I know, and we never get down from | and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know." "Much the best thing to be in this place."<|quote|>"Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club."</... | alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him ... | for refreshments came, he did not move back to the English side, but burnt his mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased no... | be turned out. Others were grateful with more intelligence. The Nawab Bahadur, indifferent for himself and for the distinction with which he was greeted, was moved by the mere kindness that must have prompted the invitation. He knew the difficulties. Hamidullah also thought that the Collector had played up well. But ot... | stayed in. Everything pleased her, nothing surprised. She added, "We leave for Calcutta to-day." "Oh, do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come ... | to get something out of him. He believed that a "Bridge Party" did good rather than harm, or he would not have given one, but he was under no illusions, and at the proper moment he retired to the English side of the lawn. The impressions he left behind him were various. Many of the guests, especially the humbler and le... | A Passage To India |
"I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians." | Adela Quested | up much to the club."<|quote|>"I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians."</|quote|>"Do you care to meet | so on, I don't get up much to the club."<|quote|>"I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians."</|quote|>"Do you care to meet one or two?" "Very, very | and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know." "Much the best thing to be in this place." "Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club."<|quote|>"I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with India... | Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very ... | mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He sc... | and for the distinction with which he was greeted, was moved by the mere kindness that must have prompted the invitation. He knew the difficulties. Hamidullah also thought that the Collector had played up well. But others, such as Mahmoud Ali, were cynical; they were firmly convinced that Turton had been made to give t... | do you?" said Adela, not at first seeing the implication. Then she cried, "Oh, but if you do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his... | were cynical; they were firmly convinced that Turton had been made to give the party by his official superiors and was all the time consumed with impotent rage, and they infected some who were inclined to a healthier view. Yet even Mahmoud Ali was glad he had come. Shrines are fascinating, especially when rarely opened... | A Passage To India |
"Do you care to meet one or two?" | Cyril Fielding | envy you being with Indians."<|quote|>"Do you care to meet one or two?"</|quote|>"Very, very much indeed; it's | get down from it. I envy you being with Indians."<|quote|>"Do you care to meet one or two?"</|quote|>"Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This | Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know." "Much the best thing to be in this place." "Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club." "I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians."<|quote|>"Do you care to meet one or two?"</|quote|>"Very, very much indeed; it's what... | enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know." "Much the ... | learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had gi... | have prompted the invitation. He knew the difficulties. Hamidullah also thought that the Collector had played up well. But others, such as Mahmoud Ali, were cynical; they were firmly convinced that Turton had been made to give the party by his official superiors and was all the time consumed with impotent rage, and the... | do we shall find you gone." Mrs. Bhattacharya did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed. "You can't ... | Collector had played up well. But others, such as Mahmoud Ali, were cynical; they were firmly convinced that Turton had been made to give the party by his official superiors and was all the time consumed with impotent rage, and they infected some who were inclined to a healthier view. Yet even Mahmoud Ali was glad he h... | A Passage To India |
"Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ... | Adela Quested | to meet one or two?"<|quote|>"Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness... | with Indians." "Do you care to meet one or two?"<|quote|>"Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who ... | know." "Much the best thing to be in this place." "Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club." "I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians." "Do you care to meet one or two?"<|quote|>"Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry an... | it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know." "Much the best thing to be in this place." "Owing to my ... | had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the youn... | Hamidullah also thought that the Collector had played up well. But others, such as Mahmoud Ali, were cynical; they were firmly convinced that Turton had been made to give the party by his official superiors and was all the time consumed with impotent rage, and they infected some who were inclined to a healthier view. Y... | did not dispute it. But her husband called from the distance, "Yes, yes, you come to us Thursday." "But you'll be in Calcutta." "No, no, we shall not." He said something swiftly to his wife in Bengali. "We expect you Thursday." "Thursday . . ." the woman echoed. "You can't have done such a dreadful thing as to put off ... | something out of him. He believed that a "Bridge Party" did good rather than harm, or he would not have given one, but he was under no illusions, and at the proper moment he retired to the English side of the lawn. The impressions he left behind him were various. Many of the guests, especially the humbler and less angl... | A Passage To India |
It had. The Englishmen had intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the... | No speaker | it's got worse and worse."<|quote|>It had. The Englishmen had intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and We... | make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got worse and worse."<|quote|>It had. The Englishmen had intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to hav... | so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got worse and worse."<|quote|>It had. The Englishmen had... | and so on, I don't get up much to the club." "I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians." "Do you care to meet one or two?" "Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting gues... | through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily that he ask... | Shrines are fascinating, especially when rarely opened, and it amused him to note the ritual of the English club, and to caricature it afterwards to his friends. After Mr. Turton, the official who did his duty best was Mr. Fielding, the Principal of the little Government College. He knew little of the district and less... | exclaimed Mrs. Moore. "No, of course not, we are not such people." He was laughing. "I believe that you have. Oh, please it distresses me beyond words." Everyone was laughing now, but with no suggestion that they had blundered. A shapeless discussion occurred, during which Mrs. Turton retired, smiling to herself. The u... | from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He f... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" | Adela Quested | at the College, who sang.<|quote|>"Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?"</|quote|>"I know all about him. | was an old professor down at the College, who sang.<|quote|>"Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?"</|quote|>"I know all about him. I don't know him. Would | forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang.<|quote|>"Oh, just what we wanted to ... | intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by... | get up much to the club." "I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians." "Do you care to meet one or two?" "Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating... | the English side, but burnt his mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It ... | knew everything; and he laughed again. They left among a flutter of compliments and smiles, and three ladies, who had hitherto taken no part in the reception, suddenly shot out of the summer-house like exquisitely coloured swallows, and salaamed them. Meanwhile the Collector had been going his rounds. He made pleasant ... | ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he dec... | A Passage To India |
"I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?" | Cyril Fielding | do you know Doctor Aziz?"<|quote|>"I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?"</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore says he is | we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?"<|quote|>"I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?"</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss | it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?"<|quote|>"I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you l... | their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say s... | get down from it. I envy you being with Indians." "Do you care to meet one or two?" "Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBry... | and he ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still... | and smiles, and three ladies, who had hitherto taken no part in the reception, suddenly shot out of the summer-house like exquisitely coloured swallows, and salaamed them. Meanwhile the Collector had been going his rounds. He made pleasant remarks and a few jokes, which were applauded lustily, but he knew something to ... | get up much to the club." "I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I envy you being with Indians." "Do you care to meet one or two?" "Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." | Adela Quested | you like him asked too?"<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore says he is so nice."</|quote|>"Very well, Miss Quested. Will | I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?"<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore says he is so nice."</|quote|>"Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed it | in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?"<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore says he is so nice."</|quote|>"Very well, M... | When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about... | one or two?" "Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make ... | ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendlines... | shot out of the summer-house like exquisitely coloured swallows, and salaamed them. Meanwhile the Collector had been going his rounds. He made pleasant remarks and a few jokes, which were applauded lustily, but he knew something to the discredit of nearly every one of his guests, and was consequently perfunctory. When ... | knew little of the district and less against the inhabitants, so he was in a less cynical state of mind. Athletic and cheerful, he romped about, making numerous mistakes which the parents of his pupils tried to cover up, for he was popular among them. When the moment for refreshments came, he did not move back to the E... | A Passage To India |
"Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" | Cyril Fielding | says he is so nice."<|quote|>"Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?"</|quote|>"Indeed it will, and that | him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice."<|quote|>"Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?"</|quote|>"Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this | Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice."<|quote|>"Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?"</|quote... | It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old profe... | it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got wor... | success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone... | coloured swallows, and salaamed them. Meanwhile the Collector had been going his rounds. He made pleasant remarks and a few jokes, which were applauded lustily, but he knew something to the discredit of nearly every one of his guests, and was consequently perfunctory. When they had not cheated, it was bhang, women, or ... | was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, and she was so much pleased and thanked him so heartily... | A Passage To India |
"Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." | Adela Quested | Quested. Will Thursday suit you?"<|quote|>"Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday."</|quote|>"I won't ask the City | so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?"<|quote|>"Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday."</|quote|>"I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I | professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?"<|quote|>"Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Ind... | between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. ... | makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got worse and worse." It had. The Englishmen ha... | be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus he... | had been going his rounds. He made pleasant remarks and a few jokes, which were applauded lustily, but he knew something to the discredit of nearly every one of his guests, and was consequently perfunctory. When they had not cheated, it was bhang, women, or worse, and even the desirables wanted to get something out of ... | for he was popular among them. When the moment for refreshments came, he did not move back to the English side, but burnt his mouth with gram. He talked to anyone and he ate anything. Amid much that was alien, he learnt that the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing ... | A Passage To India |
"I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time." | Cyril Fielding | nice things are coming Thursday."<|quote|>"I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time."</|quote|>"Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked," | this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday."<|quote|>"I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time."</|quote|>"Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked," she replied, contemplating the hills. | Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday."<|quote|>"I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring yo... | resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you ... | not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got worse and worse." It had. The Englishmen had intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had t... | Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset ha... | knew something to the discredit of nearly every one of his guests, and was consequently perfunctory. When they had not cheated, it was bhang, women, or worse, and even the desirables wanted to get something out of him. He believed that a "Bridge Party" did good rather than harm, or he would not have given one, but he w... | Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset ha... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked," | Adela Quested | be busy at that time."<|quote|>"Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked,"</|quote|>she replied, contemplating the hills. | bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time."<|quote|>"Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked,"</|quote|>she replied, contemplating the hills. How lovely they suddenly were! | Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." "I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time."<|quote|>"Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked,"</|quote|>s... | her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Th... | showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got worse and worse." It had. The Englishmen had intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenet... | they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gav... | they had not cheated, it was bhang, women, or worse, and even the desirables wanted to get something out of him. He believed that a "Bridge Party" did good rather than harm, or he would not have given one, but he was under no illusions, and at the proper moment he retired to the English side of the lawn. The impression... | It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; i... | A Passage To India |
she replied, contemplating the hills. How lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't touch them. In front, like a shutter, fell a vision of her married life. She and Ronny would look into the club like this every evening, then drive home to dress; they would see the Lesleys and the Callendars and the Turtons and the B... | No speaker | "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked,"<|quote|>she replied, contemplating the hills. How lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't touch them. In front, like a shutter, fell a vision of her married life. She and Ronny would look into the club like this every evening, then drive home to dress; they would see the Lesleys ... | be busy at that time." "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked,"<|quote|>she replied, contemplating the hills. How lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't touch them. In front, like a shutter, fell a vision of her married life. She and Ronny would look into the club like this every evening, then drive home to dress; they... | nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." "I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time." "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked,"<|quote|>she replied, contemplating the... | about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed i... | rest make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got worse and worse." It had. The Englishmen had intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have s... | friendliness. He found the younger of them alone. She was looking through a nick in the cactus hedge at the distant Marabar Hills, which had crept near, as was their custom at sunset; if the sunset had lasted long enough, they would have reached the town, but it was swift, being tropical. He gave her his information, a... | was bhang, women, or worse, and even the desirables wanted to get something out of him. He believed that a "Bridge Party" did good rather than harm, or he would not have given one, but he was under no illusions, and at the proper moment he retired to the English side of the lawn. The impressions he left behind him were... | him so heartily that he asked her and the other lady to tea. "I'ld like to come very much indeed, and so would Mrs. Moore, I know." "I'm rather a hermit, you know." "Much the best thing to be in this place." "Owing to my work and so on, I don't get up much to the club." "I know, I know, and we never get down from it. I... | A Passage To India |
"I should never get like that," | Adela Quested | and began to snub others.<|quote|>"I should never get like that,"</|quote|>she thought, for she was | kept to the accredited themes and began to snub others.<|quote|>"I should never get like that,"</|quote|>she thought, for she was young herself; all the same | and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the same food and the same ideas, and been snubbed in the same good-humoured way until they kept to the accredited themes and began to snub others.<|quote|>"I should never get like that,"</|quote|>she thought, for she was y... | subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. ... | it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full ... | him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." "I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time." "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worke... | the two new ladies from England had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their... | the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he e... | A Passage To India |
she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the ... | No speaker | should never get like that,"<|quote|>she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. F... | began to snub others. "I should never get like that,"<|quote|>she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she w... | before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the same food and the same ideas, and been snubbed in the same good-humoured way until they kept to the accredited themes and began to snub others. "I should never get like that,"<|quote|>she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew ... | in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, a... | India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottled peas, p... | he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." "I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time." "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked," she replied, contemplating th... | had been a great success, and that their politeness in wishing to be Mrs. Bhattacharya's guests had pleased not only her but all Indians who heard of it. It pleased Mr. Fielding also. He scarcely knew the two new ladies, still he decided to tell them what pleasure they had given by their friendliness. He found the youn... | been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding re... | A Passage To India |
"If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," | Miss Derek | peninsula as a comic opera.<|quote|>"If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for,"</|quote|>said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde | indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera.<|quote|>"If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for,"</|quote|>said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had | motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera.<|quote|>"If one couldn't see the laughable side of these peo... | days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Confe... | to the accredited themes and began to snub others. "I should never get like that," she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt ... | and movement would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Dere... | it. I envy you being with Indians." "Do you care to meet one or two?" "Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the onl... | even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the me... | A Passage To India |
said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, | No speaker | one 'ld be done for,"<|quote|>said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim,</|quote|>"Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, | laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for,"<|quote|>said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim,</|quote|>"Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish | a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for,"<|quote|>said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had be... | and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came... | she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the ... | India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottled peas, p... | "Very, very much indeed; it's what I long for. This party to-day makes me so angry and miserable. I think my countrymen out here must be mad. Fancy inviting guests and not treating them properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ... | whose flesh was scarlet or blue and movement would remain as long as there were crowds in the bazaar and bathers in the tanks. Perched up on the seat of a dogcart, she would see them. But the force that lies behind colour and movement would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as... | A Passage To India |
Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. | No speaker | look at things like that."<|quote|>Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference.</|quote|>"Does Adela talk to you | killing! I wish I could look at things like that."<|quote|>Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference.</|quote|>"Does Adela talk to you much?" he began.... | opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that."<|quote|>Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. W... | Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these... | around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Nat... | club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottled peas, pseudo-cottage bread, fish full of branching bones, pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A ... | properly! You and Mr. Turton and perhaps Mr. McBryde are the only people who showed any common politeness. The rest make me perfectly ashamed, and it's got worse and worse." It had. The Englishmen had intended to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide ... | scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set ... | A Passage To India |
"Does Adela talk to you much?" | Ronny Heaslop | and support while resenting interference.<|quote|>"Does Adela talk to you much?"</|quote|>he began. "I'm so driven | son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference.<|quote|>"Does Adela talk to you much?"</|quote|>he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see | topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference.<|quote|>"Does Adela talk to you m... | funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could loo... | she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted... | pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; t... | to play up better, but had been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usua... | to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of ... | A Passage To India |
he began. | No speaker | Adela talk to you much?"<|quote|>he began.</|quote|>"I'm so driven with work, | support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?"<|quote|>he began.</|quote|>"I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as | wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?"<|quote|>he began.</|quote|>"I'm so dr... | she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde ... | she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car... | peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants ... | been prevented from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding re... | might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the same... | A Passage To India |
"I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." | Ronny Heaslop | to you much?" he began.<|quote|>"I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable."</|quote|>"Adela and I talk mostly | resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began.<|quote|>"I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable."</|quote|>"Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you | could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began.<|quote|>"I'm so driven with work, ... | the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak... | in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; ... | the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did no... | from doing so by their women folk, whom they had to attend, provide with tea, advise about dogs, etc. When tennis began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, ... | them and be invited by them, while the true India slid by unnoticed. Colour would remain the pageant of birds in the early morning, brown bodies, white turbans, idols whose flesh was scarlet or blue and movement would remain as long as there were crowds in the bazaar and bathers in the tanks. Perched up on the seat of ... | A Passage To India |
"Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." | Mrs. Moore | hope she finds things comfortable."<|quote|>"Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are."</|quote|>"Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld | as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable."<|quote|>"Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are."</|quote|>"Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip | Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable."<|quote|>"Adela and I talk mostly about In... | for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mot... | genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as ... | fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. fu... | began, the barrier grew impenetrable. It had been hoped to have some sets between East and West, but this was forgotten, and the courts were monopolized by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian musi... | and the Burtons, and invite them and be invited by them, while the true India slid by unnoticed. Colour would remain the pageant of birds in the early morning, brown bodies, white turbans, idols whose flesh was scarlet or blue and movement would remain as long as there were crowds in the bazaar and bathers in the tanks... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." | Ronny Heaslop | with her than you are."<|quote|>"Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip."</|quote|>"Well, they must gossip sometime! | ought to be more alone with her than you are."<|quote|>"Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip."</|quote|>"Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are | much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are."<|quote|>"Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip."</|quote|>"We... | I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work,... | she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one... | remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the same food and the same ideas, and been snubbed in the same good-humoured way until they kept to the accredited t... | by the usual club couples. Fielding resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all abo... | pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; t... | A Passage To India |
"Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." | Mrs. Moore | perhaps, but then people'ld gossip."<|quote|>"Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip."</|quote|>"People are so odd out | her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip."<|quote|>"Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip."</|quote|>"People are so odd out here, and it's not like | with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip."<|quote|>"Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them g... | things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as muc... | to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable s... | by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the same food and the same ideas, and been snubbed in the same good-humoured way until they kept to the accredited themes and began to snub others. "I sh... | resented it too, but did not say so to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you ... | to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of ... | A Passage To India |
"People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're t... | Ronny Heaslop | gossip sometime! Let them gossip."<|quote|>"People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everyt... | people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip."<|quote|>"People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Cal... | as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip."<|quote|>"People are so odd out here... | much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things com... | had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said... | thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the same food and the same ideas, and been snubbed in the same good-humoured way until they kept to the accredited themes and began to snub others. "I should never get like that," she thought, for s... | to the girl, for he found something theoretical in her outburst. Did she care about Indian music? he enquired; there was an old professor down at the College, who sang. "Oh, just what we wanted to hear. And do you know Doctor Aziz?" "I know all about him. I don't know him. Would you like him asked too?" "Mrs. Moore say... | was scarlet or blue and movement would remain as long as there were crowds in the bazaar and bathers in the tanks. Perched up on the seat of a dogcart, she would see them. But the force that lies behind colour and movement would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, n... | A Passage To India |
"I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." | Mrs. Moore | perfectly sure you're their sort."<|quote|>"I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual."</|quote|>"I know, that's so remarkable | They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort."<|quote|>"I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual."</|quote|>"I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. | it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort."<|quote|>"I don't thin... | finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's alwa... | 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview... | never get like that," she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the... | too?" "Mrs. Moore says he is so nice." "Very well, Miss Quested. Will Thursday suit you?" "Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." "I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time." "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked," she re... | less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the same food and the... | A Passage To India |
"I know, that's so remarkable about her," | Ronny Heaslop | sort she's much too individual."<|quote|>"I know, that's so remarkable about her,"</|quote|>he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore | 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual."<|quote|>"I know, that's so remarkable about her,"</|quote|>he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed | Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual."<|quote|>"I know, that's... | it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adel... | been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while res... | she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleu... | suit you?" "Indeed it will, and that morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." "I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time." "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked," she replied, contemplating the hills. How lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't... | must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in ... | A Passage To India |
he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. | No speaker | that's so remarkable about her,"<|quote|>he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force.</|quote|>"I suppose nothing's on her | much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her,"<|quote|>he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force.</|quote|>"I suppose... | went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her,"<|quote|>he said thoug... | be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the cl... | "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk ... | against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better... | morning we go to this Indian lady's. All the nice things are coming Thursday." "I won't ask the City Magistrate to bring you. I know he'll be busy at that time." "Yes, Ronny is always hard-worked," she replied, contemplating the hills. How lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't touch them. In front, like a shutter... | it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire p... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose nothing's on her mind," | Ronny Heaslop | the conventions have greater force.<|quote|>"I suppose nothing's on her mind,"</|quote|>he continued. "Ask her, ask | contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force.<|quote|>"I suppose nothing's on her mind,"</|quote|>he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." | ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater for... | always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their s... | to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since yo... | have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which... | always hard-worked," she replied, contemplating the hills. How lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't touch them. In front, like a shutter, fell a vision of her married life. She and Ronny would look into the club like this every evening, then drive home to dress; they would see the Lesleys and the Callendars and ... | was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her ... | A Passage To India |
he continued. | No speaker | suppose nothing's on her mind,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"Ask her, ask her yourself, | conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind,"<|quote|>he continued.</|quote|>"Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's | much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her... | Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I kn... | between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you... | Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she fel... | hills. How lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't touch them. In front, like a shutter, fell a vision of her married life. She and Ronny would look into the club like this every evening, then drive home to dress; they would see the Lesleys and the Callendars and the Turtons and the Burtons, and invite them and be ... | she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the B... | A Passage To India |
"Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." | Mrs. Moore | on her mind," he continued.<|quote|>"Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy."</|quote|>"Probably she's heard tales of | greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued.<|quote|>"Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy."</|quote|>"Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course | individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," h... | said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's s... | and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be mo... | with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserv... | lovely they suddenly were! But she couldn't touch them. In front, like a shutter, fell a vision of her married life. She and Ronny would look into the club like this every evening, then drive home to dress; they would see the Lesleys and the Callendars and the Turtons and the Burtons, and invite them and be invited by ... | she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should ... | A Passage To India |
"Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." | Ronny Heaslop | her yourself, my dear boy."<|quote|>"Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains."</|quote|>"Oh, it wouldn't be the | he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy."<|quote|>"Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains."</|quote|>"Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India | he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy."<... | went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully.... | while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, per... | was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go.... | them. In front, like a shutter, fell a vision of her married life. She and Ronny would look into the club like this every evening, then drive home to dress; they would see the Lesleys and the Callendars and the Turtons and the Burtons, and invite them and be invited by them, while the true India slid by unnoticed. Colo... | accredited themes and began to snub others. "I should never get like that," she thought, for she was young herself; all the same she knew that she had come up against something that was both insidious and tough, and against which she needed allies. She must gather around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." | Mrs. Moore | wife grilling in the Plains."<|quote|>"Oh, it wouldn't be the weather."</|quote|>"There's nothing in India but | not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains."<|quote|>"Oh, it wouldn't be the weather."</|quote|>"There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; | have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains."<|quote|>"Oh, it wouldn't be the weather."</|quote|>"The... | think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions ... | comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the... | was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction... | would see the Lesleys and the Callendars and the Turtons and the Burtons, and invite them and be invited by them, while the true India slid by unnoticed. Colour would remain the pageant of birds in the early morning, brown bodies, white turbans, idols whose flesh was scarlet or blue and movement would remain as long as... | a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial ... | A Passage To India |
"There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." | Ronny Heaslop | it wouldn't be the weather."<|quote|>"There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair."</|quote|>"Yes, as Mr. McBryde was | grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather."<|quote|>"There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair."</|quote|>"Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more | on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather."<|quote|>"There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mot... | their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose... | about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. T... | them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the trai... | Callendars and the Turtons and the Burtons, and invite them and be invited by them, while the true India slid by unnoticed. Colour would remain the pageant of birds in the early morning, brown bodies, white turbans, idols whose flesh was scarlet or blue and movement would remain as long as there were crowds in the baza... | ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interfer... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." | Mrs. Moore | Omega of the whole affair."<|quote|>"Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see."</|quote|>"What did I tell you?" | mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair."<|quote|>"Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see."</|quote|>"What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle | heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair."<|quote|>"Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more t... | him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, ... | you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding fo... | Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic ... | slid by unnoticed. Colour would remain the pageant of birds in the early morning, brown bodies, white turbans, idols whose flesh was scarlet or blue and movement would remain as long as there were crowds in the bazaar and bathers in the tanks. Perched up on the seat of a dogcart, she would see them. But the force that ... | Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. M... | A Passage To India |
"What did I tell you?" | Ronny Heaslop | pleasantly to Indians, you see."<|quote|>"What did I tell you?"</|quote|>he exclaimed, losing his gentle | She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see."<|quote|>"What did I tell you?"</|quote|>he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last | "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see."<|quote|>"What did I tell you?... | on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it'... | footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too... | burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to ... | as there were crowds in the bazaar and bathers in the tanks. Perched up on the seat of a dogcart, she would see them. But the force that lies behind colour and movement would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit... | she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, a... | A Passage To India |
he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. | No speaker | "What did I tell you?"<|quote|>he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner.</|quote|>"I knew it last week. | pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?"<|quote|>he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner.</|quote|>"I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman | the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?"<|quote|>he exclaimed, losing his gen... | "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the... | said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's s... | as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how top... | the bazaar and bathers in the tanks. Perched up on the seat of a dogcart, she would see them. But the force that lies behind colour and movement would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had... | like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever ... | A Passage To India |
"I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" | Ronny Heaslop | exclaimed, losing his gentle manner.<|quote|>"I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!"</|quote|>She forgot about Adela in | did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner.<|quote|>"I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!"</|quote|>She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a | the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner.<|quote|>"I knew it last week. ... | dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. Mc... | when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said th... | train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how ki... | tanks. Perched up on the seat of a dogcart, she would see them. But the force that lies behind colour and movement would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enoug... | met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she ... | A Passage To India |
She forgot about Adela in her surprise. | No speaker | to worry over a side-issue!"<|quote|>She forgot about Adela in her surprise.</|quote|>"A side-issue, a side-issue?" she | Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!"<|quote|>She forgot about Adela in her surprise.</|quote|>"A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be | it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!"<|quote|>She forgot about Adela in her... | her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely... | I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London... | peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he s... | force that lies behind colour and movement would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress... | right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the... | A Passage To India |
"A side-issue, a side-issue?" | Mrs. Moore | about Adela in her surprise.<|quote|>"A side-issue, a side-issue?"</|quote|>she repeated. "How can it | over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise.<|quote|>"A side-issue, a side-issue?"</|quote|>she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out | are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise.<|quote|>"A side-issue, a side-issue?"</|quote... | I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She do... | notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, s... | couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone... | would escape her even more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McB... | to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since yo... | A Passage To India |
she repeated. | No speaker | surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?"<|quote|>she repeated.</|quote|>"How can it be that?" | forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?"<|quote|>she repeated.</|quote|>"How can it be that?" "We're not out here for | on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?"<|quote|>she repeated.</|quote|>"H... | keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think the... | perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains ... | side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, th... | more effectually than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu wa... | and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who ha... | A Passage To India |
"How can it be that?" | Mrs. Moore | side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated.<|quote|>"How can it be that?"</|quote|>"We're not out here for | Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated.<|quote|>"How can it be that?"</|quote|>"We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" | nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated.<|quote|>"How can it be that?"<... | wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behav... | you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that ... | these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was ... | than it did now. She would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup ... | said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's s... | A Passage To India |
"We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" | Ronny Heaslop | "How can it be that?"<|quote|>"We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!"</|quote|>"What do you mean?" "What | side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?"<|quote|>"We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!"</|quote|>"What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here | behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?"<|quote|>"We're not out here for the pur... | "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you s... | think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions ... | done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview betwee... | would see India always as a frieze, never as a spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottl... | see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd ... | A Passage To India |
"What do you mean?" | Mrs. Moore | the purpose of behaving pleasantly!"<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>"What I say. We're out | "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!"<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote|>"What I say. We're out here to do justice and | you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!"<|quote|>"What do you mean?"</|quote... | but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle ... | too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind... | who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support w... | spirit, and she assumed that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottled peas, pseudo-cottage bread, fish full of bra... | you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela we... | A Passage To India |
"What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." | Ronny Heaslop | pleasantly!" "What do you mean?"<|quote|>"What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room."</|quote|>"Your sentiments are those of | for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?"<|quote|>"What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room."</|quote|>"Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, | his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?"<|quote|>"What I say. We're out here to do ... | dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it l... | that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her,... | nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting in... | that it was a spirit of which Mrs. Moore had had a glimpse. And sure enough they did drive away from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottled peas, pseudo-cottage bread, fish full of branching bones, pretending... | around her at Chandrapore a few people who felt as she did, and she was glad to have met Mr. Fielding and the Indian lady with the unpronounceable name. Here at all events was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Nat... | A Passage To India |
"Your sentiments are those of a god," | Mrs. Moore | sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room."<|quote|>"Your sentiments are those of a god,"</|quote|>she said quietly, but it | keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room."<|quote|>"Your sentiments are those of a god,"</|quote|>she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than | about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room."<|quote|>"Your sentiments are th... | more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side... | she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every A... | like that." Mr. McBryde did not speak much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I ... | from the club in a few minutes, and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottled peas, pseudo-cottage bread, fish full of branching bones, pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-... | indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who had been the nurse ceased not to exclaim, "Oh, Nancy, how topping! Oh, Nancy, how killing! I wish I could look at things like that." Mr. M... | A Passage To India |
she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said, | No speaker | are those of a god,"<|quote|>she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said,</|quote|>"India likes gods." "And Englishmen | isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god,"<|quote|>she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said,</|quote|>"India likes gods." "And Englishmen like posing as gods." "There's | a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god,"<|quote|>she said quietly, but it was ... | to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it ... | so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in ... | much; he seemed nice. When the guests had gone, and Adela gone to bed, there was another interview between mother and son. He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things com... | and they did dress, and to dinner came Miss Derek and the McBrydes, and the menu was: Julienne soup full of bullety bottled peas, pseudo-cottage bread, fish full of branching bones, pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or ... | State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go. Now she wanted to take the Maharajah's motor-car as well; it had gone to a Chiefs' Conference at Delhi, and she had a great scheme for burgling it at t... | A Passage To India |
"India likes gods." | Ronny Heaslop | recover his temper, he said,<|quote|>"India likes gods."</|quote|>"And Englishmen like posing as | that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said,<|quote|>"India likes gods."</|quote|>"And Englishmen like posing as gods." "There's no point in | mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said,<|quote|>"India likes gods."</|quote|>"... | losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do j... | ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole aff... | He wanted her advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone ... | bottled peas, pseudo-cottage bread, fish full of branching bones, pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermo... | Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard ... | A Passage To India |
"And Englishmen like posing as gods." | Mrs. Moore | he said, "India likes gods."<|quote|>"And Englishmen like posing as gods."</|quote|>"There's no point in all | Trying to recover his temper, he said, "India likes gods."<|quote|>"And Englishmen like posing as gods."</|quote|>"There's no point in all this. Here we are, and | say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said, "India likes gods."<|quote|>"And Englishmen like posi... | manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep th... | my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr.... | advice and support while resenting interference. "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than ... | bread, fish full of branching bones, pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a differen... | and she had a great scheme for burgling it at the junction as it came back in the train. She was also very funny about the Bridge Party indeed she regarded the entire peninsula as a comic opera. "If one couldn't see the laughable side of these people one 'ld be done for," said Miss Derek. Mrs. McBryde it was she who ha... | A Passage To India |
"There's no point in all this. Here we are, and we're going to stop, and the country's got to put up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here," | Ronny Heaslop | Englishmen like posing as gods."<|quote|>"There's no point in all this. Here we are, and we're going to stop, and the country's got to put up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here,"</|quote|>he broke out, rather pathetically, | said, "India likes gods." "And Englishmen like posing as gods."<|quote|>"There's no point in all this. Here we are, and we're going to stop, and the country's got to put up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here,"</|quote|>he broke out, rather pathetically, "what do you and Adela | justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said, "India likes gods." "And Englishmen like posing as gods."<|quote|>"There's no p... | Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments.... | tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much m... | "Does Adela talk to you much?" he began. "I'm so driven with work, I don't see her as much as I hoped, but I hope she finds things comfortable." "Adela and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossi... | pretending to be plaice, more bottled peas with the cutlets, trifle, sardines on toast: the menu of Anglo-India. A dish might be added or subtracted as one rose or fell in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; t... | gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. ... | A Passage To India |
he broke out, rather pathetically, | No speaker | no gods. Oh, look here,"<|quote|>he broke out, rather pathetically,</|quote|>"what do you and Adela | up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here,"<|quote|>he broke out, rather pathetically,</|quote|>"what do you and Adela want me to do? Go | sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said, "India likes gods." "And Englishmen like posing as gods." "There's no point in all this. Here we are, and we're going to stop, and the country's got to put up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here,"<|quote|>he broke out, rather pathetically,</|quote|... | out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to reco... | wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "Wh... | and I talk mostly about India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the B... | in the official scale, the peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, a... | "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you s... | A Passage To India |
"what do you and Adela want me to do? Go against my class, against all the people I respect and admire out here? Lose such power as I have for doing good in this country because my behaviour isn't pleasant? You neither of you understand what work is, or you 'ld never talk such eyewash. I hate talking like this, but one... | Ronny Heaslop | he broke out, rather pathetically,<|quote|>"what do you and Adela want me to do? Go against my class, against all the people I respect and admire out here? Lose such power as I have for doing good in this country because my behaviour isn't pleasant? You neither of you understand what work is, or you 'ld never talk such... | no gods. Oh, look here," he broke out, rather pathetically,<|quote|>"what do you and Adela want me to do? Go against my class, against all the people I respect and admire out here? Lose such power as I have for doing good in this country because my behaviour isn't pleasant? You neither of you understand what work is, o... | to recover his temper, he said, "India likes gods." "And Englishmen like posing as gods." "There's no point in all this. Here we are, and we're going to stop, and the country's got to put up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here," he broke out, rather pathetically,<|quote|>"what do you and Adela want me to do? Go aga... | of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's my sentiments. India isn't a drawing-room." "Your sentiments are those of a god," she said quietly, but it was his manner rather than his sentiments that annoyed her. Trying to recover his temper, he said, ... | nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, l... | India. Dear, since you mention it, you're quite right you ought to be more alone with her than you are." "Yes, perhaps, but then people'ld gossip." "Well, they must gossip sometime! Let them gossip." "People are so odd out here, and it's not like home one's always facing the footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a ... | peas might rattle less or more, the sardines and the vermouth be imported by a different firm, but the tradition remained; the food of exiles, cooked by servants who did not understand it. Adela thought of the young men and women who had come out before her, P. & O. full after P. & O. full, and had been set down to the... | think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions ... | A Passage To India |
He spoke sincerely. Every day he worked hard in the court trying to decide which of two untrue accounts was the less untrue, trying to dispense justice fearlessly, to protect the weak against the less weak, the incoherent against the plausible, surrounded by lies and flattery. That morning he had convicted a railway cl... | No speaker | something more important to do."<|quote|>He spoke sincerely. Every day he worked hard in the court trying to decide which of two untrue accounts was the less untrue, trying to dispense justice fearlessly, to protect the weak against the less weak, the incoherent against the plausible, surrounded by lies and flattery. T... | intend to be pleasant. We've something more important to do."<|quote|>He spoke sincerely. Every day he worked hard in the court trying to decide which of two untrue accounts was the less untrue, trying to dispense justice fearlessly, to protect the weak against the less weak, the incoherent against the plausible, surro... | a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathetic literary man. I'm just a servant of the Government; it's the profession you wanted me to choose myself, and that's that. We're not pleasant in India, and we don't intend to be pleasant. We've something more important to do."<|quote|>He spoke sincerely. ... | must occasionally. It's morbidly sensitive to go on as Adela and you do. I noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathetic ... | posing as gods." "There's no point in all this. Here we are, and we're going to stop, and the country's got to put up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here," he broke out, rather pathetically, "what do you and Adela want me to do? Go against my class, against all the people I respect and admire out here? Lose such po... | "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was s... | was a nucleus; she should know much better where she stood in the course of the next two days. Miss Derek she companioned a Maharani in a remote Native State. She was genial and gay and made them all laugh about her leave, which she had taken because she felt she deserved it, not because the Maharani said she might go.... | saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, ... | A Passage To India |
"I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," | Mrs. Moore | British Empire a different institution.<|quote|>"I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate,"</|quote|>she said, clinking her rings. | a different man, and the British Empire a different institution.<|quote|>"I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate,"</|quote|>she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here | complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution.<|quote|>"I'm going to argu... | satisfaction therefrom! He reminded her of his public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so com... | the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a lon... | you 'ld never talk such eyewash. I hate talking like this, but one must occasionally. It's morbidly sensitive to go on as Adela and you do. I noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not ... | footlights, as the Burra Sahib said. Take a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too... | their tickets, and a Pathan of attempted rape. He expected no gratitude, no recognition for this, and both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers ... | A Passage To India |
she said, clinking her rings. | No speaker | to argue, and indeed dictate,"<|quote|>she said, clinking her rings.</|quote|>"The English are out here | a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate,"<|quote|>she said, clinking her rings.</|quote|>"The English are out here to be pleasant." "How do | nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate,"<|quote|>she said, clinking her rings... | public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little re... | It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have ... | hate talking like this, but one must occasionally. It's morbidly sensitive to go on as Adela and you do. I noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or ... | a silly little example: when Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkabl... | their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with hi... | A Passage To India |
"The English are out here to be pleasant." | Mrs. Moore | she said, clinking her rings.<|quote|>"The English are out here to be pleasant."</|quote|>"How do you make that | to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings.<|quote|>"The English are out here to be pleasant."</|quote|>"How do you make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking | that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings.<|quote|>"The English are out here to be p... | humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that t... | he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gust... | one must occasionally. It's morbidly sensitive to go on as Adela and you do. I noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathe... | Adela went out to the boundary of the club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thought... | untrue, trying to dispense justice fearlessly, to protect the weak against the less weak, the incoherent against the plausible, surrounded by lies and flattery. That morning he had convicted a railway clerk of overcharging pilgrims for their tickets, and a Pathan of attempted rape. He expected no gratitude, no recognit... | A Passage To India |
"How do you make that out, mother?" | Ronny Heaslop | out here to be pleasant."<|quote|>"How do you make that out, mother?"</|quote|>he asked, speaking gently again, | her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant."<|quote|>"How do you make that out, mother?"</|quote|>he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of | India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant."<|quote|>"How do you make that out... | an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regr... | and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of hi... | on as Adela and you do. I noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathetic literary man. I'm just a servant of the Governmen... | club compound, and Fielding followed her. I saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather a... | the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathetic literary man. I'm just a servant of the Government; it's the profession you wanted me to choose myself, and that's th... | A Passage To India |
he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. | No speaker | you make that out, mother?"<|quote|>he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability.</|quote|>"Because India is part of | to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?"<|quote|>he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability.</|quote|>"Because India is part of the earth. And God has | canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?"<|quote|>he asked, speaking gentl... | without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regr... | He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How he did rub it in that he w... | noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathetic literary man. I'm just a servant of the Government; it's the profession you... | saw Mrs. Callendar notice it. They notice everything, until they're perfectly sure you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, ... | But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less ... | A Passage To India |
"Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." | Mrs. Moore | was ashamed of his irritability.<|quote|>"Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love."</|quote|>She hesitated, seeing how much | speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability.<|quote|>"Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love."</|quote|>She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but | him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability.<|quote|>"Because India is p... | self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the Brit... | when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How he did rub it in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, and derived positive sati... | been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am out here to work, mind, to hold this wretched country by force. I'm not a missionary or a Labour Member or a vague sentimental sympathetic literary man. I'm just a servant of the Government; it's the profession you wanted me to choose myself, and that's that. We're not pleasa... | you're their sort." "I don't think Adela 'll ever be quite their sort she's much too individual." "I know, that's so remarkable about her," he said thoughtfully. Mrs. Moore thought him rather absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that ... | with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here," he broke out, rather pathetically, "what do you and Adela want me to do? Go against my class, against all the people I respect and admire out here? Lose such power as I have for doing good in this country because my behaviour isn't pleasant? You neither of you understand what w... | A Passage To India |
She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. | No speaker | is . . . love."<|quote|>She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on.</|quote|>"God has put us on | other. God . . . is . . . love."<|quote|>She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on.</|quote|>"God has put us on earth to love our neighbours | do you make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. "Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love."<|quote|>She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something mad... | One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?" he a... | less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How he did rub it in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, and derived positive satisfaction therefrom! He reminded her of his public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and emb... | vague sentimental sympathetic literary man. I'm just a servant of the Government; it's the profession you wanted me to choose myself, and that's that. We're not pleasant in India, and we don't intend to be pleasant. We've something more important to do." He spoke sincerely. Every day he worked hard in the court trying ... | absurd. Accustomed to the privacy of London, she could not realize that India, seemingly so mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of cour... | to recover his temper, he said, "India likes gods." "And Englishmen like posing as gods." "There's no point in all this. Here we are, and we're going to stop, and the country's got to put up with us, gods or no gods. Oh, look here," he broke out, rather pathetically, "what do you and Adela want me to do? Go against my ... | A Passage To India |
"God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding." | Mrs. Moore | something made her go on.<|quote|>"God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding."</|quote|>He looked gloomy, and a | he disliked the argument, but something made her go on.<|quote|>"God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding."</|quote|>He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this | of his irritability. "Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on.<|quote|>"God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He... | would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. "Because In... | it in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, and derived positive satisfaction therefrom! He reminded her of his public-schooldays. The traces of young-man humanitarianism had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she h... | you wanted me to choose myself, and that's that. We're not pleasant in India, and we don't intend to be pleasant. We've something more important to do." He spoke sincerely. Every day he worked hard in the court trying to decide which of two untrue accounts was the less untrue, trying to dispense justice fearlessly, to ... | mysterious, contains none, and that consequently the conventions have greater force. "I suppose nothing's on her mind," he continued. "Ask her, ask her yourself, my dear boy." "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the... | country because my behaviour isn't pleasant? You neither of you understand what work is, or you 'ld never talk such eyewash. I hate talking like this, but one must occasionally. It's morbidly sensitive to go on as Adela and you do. I noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble... | A Passage To India |
He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought, | No speaker | see how we are succeeding."<|quote|>He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought,</|quote|>"She is certainly ageing, and | omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding."<|quote|>He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought,</|quote|>"She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be | . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. "God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding."<|quote|>He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain ... | English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. "Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disli... | had sloughed off, and he talked like an intelligent and embittered boy. His words without his voice might have impressed her, but when she heard the self-satisfied lilt of them, when she saw the mouth moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the ... | He spoke sincerely. Every day he worked hard in the court trying to decide which of two untrue accounts was the less untrue, trying to dispense justice fearlessly, to protect the weak against the less weak, the incoherent against the plausible, surrounded by lies and flattery. That morning he had convicted a railway cl... | "Probably she's heard tales of the heat, but of course I should pack her off to the Hills every April I'm not one to keep a wife grilling in the Plains." "Oh, it wouldn't be the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was s... | about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. How Ronny revelled in the drawbacks of his situation! How he did rub it in that he was not in India to behave pleasantly, an... | A Passage To India |
"She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." | Ronny Heaslop | his stepfather died. He thought,<|quote|>"She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says."</|quote|>"The desire to behave pleasantly | been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought,<|quote|>"She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says."</|quote|>"The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The | show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding." He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought,<|quote|>"She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vex... | has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. "God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding." He looked g... | moving so complacently and competently beneath the little red nose, she felt, quite illogically, that this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to ar... | weak, the incoherent against the plausible, surrounded by lies and flattery. That morning he had convicted a railway clerk of overcharging pilgrims for their tickets, and a Pathan of attempted rape. He expected no gratitude, no recognition for this, and both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more eff... | the weather." "There's nothing in India but the weather, my dear mother; it's the Alpha and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tel... | behaviour isn't pleasant? You neither of you understand what work is, or you 'ld never talk such eyewash. I hate talking like this, but one must occasionally. It's morbidly sensitive to go on as Adela and you do. I noticed you both at the club to-day after the Burra Sahib had been at all that trouble to amuse you. I am... | A Passage To India |
"The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ." | Mrs. Moore | vexed with anything she says."<|quote|>"The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ."</|quote|>He waited unti... | I ought not to be vexed with anything she says."<|quote|>"The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ."</|quo... | He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought, "She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says."<|quote|>"The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . ... | . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disliked the argument, but something made her go on. "God has put us on earth to love our neighbours and to show it, and He is omnipresent, even in India, to see how we are succeeding." He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, ... | this was not the last word on India. One touch of regret not the canny substitute but the true regret from the heart would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant." "Ho... | convicted a railway clerk of overcharging pilgrims for their tickets, and a Pathan of attempted rape. He expected no gratitude, no recognition for this, and both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sy... | and Omega of the whole affair." "Yes, as Mr. McBryde was saying, but it's much more the Anglo-Indians themselves who are likely to get on Adela's nerves. She doesn't think they behave pleasantly to Indians, you see." "What did I tell you?" he exclaimed, losing his gentle manner. "I knew it last week. Oh, how like a wom... | Pathan of attempted rape. He expected no gratitude, no recognition for this, and both clerk and Pathan might appeal, bribe their witnesses more effectually in the interval, and get their sentences reversed. It was his duty. But he did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He di... | A Passage To India |
He waited until she had done, and then said gently, | No speaker | tongues of . . ."<|quote|>He waited until she had done, and then said gently,</|quote|>"I quite see that. I | Though I speak with the tongues of . . ."<|quote|>He waited until she had done, and then said gently,</|quote|>"I quite see that. I suppose I ought to get | "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The sincere if impotent desire wins His blessing. I think every one fails, but there are so many kinds of failure. Good will and more good will and more good will. Though I speak with the tongues of . . ."<|quote|>He waited until she had done, and then said gently,</|... | He looked gloomy, and a little anxious. He knew this religious strain in her, and that it was a symptom of bad health; there had been much of it when his stepfather died. He thought, "She is certainly ageing, and I ought not to be vexed with anything she says." "The desire to behave pleasantly satisfies God. . . The si... | English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. "Because India is part of the earth. And God has put us on the earth in order to be pleasant to each other. God . . . is . . . love." She hesitated, seeing how much he disli... | did expect sympathy from his own people, and except from new-comers he obtained it. He did think he ought not to be worried about "Bridge Parties" when the day's work was over and he wanted to play tennis with his equals or rest his legs upon a long chair. He spoke sincerely, but she could have wished with less gusto. ... | it last week. Oh, how like a woman to worry over a side-issue!" She forgot about Adela in her surprise. "A side-issue, a side-issue?" she repeated. "How can it be that?" "We're not out here for the purpose of behaving pleasantly!" "What do you mean?" "What I say. We're out here to do justice and keep the peace. Them's ... | would have made him a different man, and the British Empire a different institution. "I'm going to argue, and indeed dictate," she said, clinking her rings. "The English are out here to be pleasant." "How do you make that out, mother?" he asked, speaking gently again, for he was ashamed of his irritability. "Because In... | A Passage To India |
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