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"But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." | Dr. Aziz | afford to dispense with preliminaries.<|quote|>"But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed."</|quote|>He sat down gaily on | good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries.<|quote|>"But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed."</|quote|>He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself | round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries.<|quote|>"But I always thought that Englishmen kep... | with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any o... | through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping a... | heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to i... | sake of his good heart and strong body; it was their wives who decided that he was not a sahib really. They disliked him. He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a community where the male is expected to be lively and helpful. Mr. Fielding never ... | been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz was announced. Lifting up his voice, he shouted from the bedroom, "Please make yourself at home." The remark was unpremedita... | A Passage To India |
He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. | No speaker | need not be so ashamed."<|quote|>He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him.</|quote|>"Everything ranged coldly on shelves | this is not so. I need not be so ashamed."<|quote|>He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him.</|quote|>"Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I | it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed."<|quote|>He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself... | back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, ... | on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set ... | came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will... | He took no notice of them, and this, which would have passed without comment in feminist England, did him harm in a community where the male is expected to be lively and helpful. Mr. Fielding never advised one about dogs or horses, or dined, or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christmas, ... | Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of... | A Passage To India |
"Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" | Dr. Aziz | and folded them under him.<|quote|>"Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?"</|quote|>"I hae ma doots." "What's | entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him.<|quote|>"Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?"</|quote|>"I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will | could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him.<|quote|>"Everything ranged coldly on shelves ... | hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always tho... | you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don'... | to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for in... | in a community where the male is expected to be lively and helpful. Mr. Fielding never advised one about dogs or horses, or dined, or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christmas, and though he came to the club, it was only to get his tennis or billiards, and to go. This was true. He had di... | meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had... | A Passage To India |
"I hae ma doots." | Cyril Fielding | stud going to go in?"<|quote|>"I hae ma doots."</|quote|>"What's that last sentence, please? | say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?"<|quote|>"I hae ma doots."</|quote|>"What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some | this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?"<|quote|>"I hae ma doots."</|quote|>"What's that last senten... | the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He ... | off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the b... | improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You ... | or horses, or dined, or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christmas, and though he came to the club, it was only to get his tennis or billiards, and to go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with E... | make yourself at home." The remark was unpremeditated, like most of his actions; it was what he felt inclined to say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the l... | A Passage To India |
"What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?" | Dr. Aziz | in?" "I hae ma doots."<|quote|>"What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?"</|quote|>Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged | the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots."<|quote|>"What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?"</|quote|>Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged coldly on shelves" could be | I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots."<|quote|>"What's that last sentence, please? Will you teac... | intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the ... | pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fiel... | myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then... | or paid his midday calls, or decorated trees for one's children at Christmas, and though he came to the club, it was only to get his tennis or billiards, and to go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop... | by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated studen... | A Passage To India |
Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged coldly on shelves" could be improved. He was often struck with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the... | No speaker | and so improve my English?"<|quote|>Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged coldly on shelves" could be improved. He was often struck with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the... | teach me some new words and so improve my English?"<|quote|>Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged coldly on shelves" could be improved. He was often struck with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly... | drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?"<|quote|>Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged ... | and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under hi... | that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many ... | he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a s... | to the club, it was only to get his tennis or billiards, and to go. This was true. He had discovered that it is possible to keep in with Indians and Englishmen, but that he who would also keep in with Englishwomen must drop the Indians. The two wouldn't combine. Useless to blame either party, useless to blame them for ... | his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he praye... | A Passage To India |
"Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." | Dr. Aziz | club it declined to change.<|quote|>"Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity."</|quote|>"Why in hell does one | it knew better; as a club it declined to change.<|quote|>"Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity."</|quote|>"Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled | the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change.<|quote|>"Let me put in your stud. I... | and so improve my English?" Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged coldly on shelves" could be improved. He was often struck with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuism... | once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs an... | come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a... | found it convenient and pleasant to associate with Indians and he must pay the price. As a rule no Englishwoman entered the College except for official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and wou... | pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been her... | A Passage To India |
"Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" | Cyril Fielding | rip it wider a pity."<|quote|>"Why in hell does one wear collars at all?"</|quote|>grumbled Fielding as he bent | is rather small and to rip it wider a pity."<|quote|>"Why in hell does one wear collars at all?"</|quote|>grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them | eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity."<|quote|>"Why in hell does one wear collars at all?"</|quote|>grumbl... | the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and t... | Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae m... | the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline mi... | official functions, and if he invited Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but ... | "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet n... | A Passage To India |
grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. | No speaker | one wear collars at all?"<|quote|>grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck.</|quote|>"We wear them to pass | pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?"<|quote|>grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck.</|quote|>"We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If | ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?"<|quote|>grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck.</|quote|>"We wear them to ... | the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individuall... | this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will ... | not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulle... | Miss Quested to tea, it was because they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-h... | to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "Y... | A Passage To India |
"We wear them to pass the Police." | Dr. Aziz | as he bent his neck.<|quote|>"We wear them to pass the Police."</|quote|>"What's that?" "If I'm biking | collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck.<|quote|>"We wear them to pass the Police."</|quote|>"What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, | knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck.<|quote|>"We wear them to pass the Police."</|quote|>"What's that?" "If I'm biking in E... | they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined... | be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words... | wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, wh... | they were new-comers who would view everything with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of ... | Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began t... | A Passage To India |
"What's that?" | Cyril Fielding | them to pass the Police."<|quote|>"What's that?"</|quote|>"If I'm biking in English | bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police."<|quote|>"What's that?"</|quote|>"If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with | to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police."<|quote|>"What's that?"</|quote|>"If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat wit... | none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I... | on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?" Field... | stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-i... | with an equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr.... | will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast!" "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Y... | A Passage To India |
"If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes agai... | Dr. Aziz | pass the Police." "What's that?"<|quote|>"If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my ey... | neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?"<|quote|>"If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in.... | "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?"<|quote|>"If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no... | the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . .... | bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?" Fielding dou... | mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had bro... | equal if superficial eye, and would not turn on a special voice when speaking to his other guests. The College itself had been slapped down by the Public Works Department, but its grounds included an ancient garden and a garden-house, and here he lived for much of the year. He was dressing after a bath when Dr. Aziz wa... | dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, coul... | A Passage To India |
"Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." | Cyril Fielding | Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?"<|quote|>"Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them."</|quote|>"Meet me? I know no | height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?"<|quote|>"Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them."</|quote|>"Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and | picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?"<|quote|>"Two ladies ... | neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometim... | whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it... | spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come a... | say. To Aziz it had a very definite meaning. "May I really, Mr. Fielding? It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room... | the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individuall... | A Passage To India |
"Meet me? I know no ladies." | Dr. Aziz | I think you know them."<|quote|>"Meet me? I know no ladies."</|quote|>"Not Mrs. Moore and Miss | to tea to meet you I think you know them."<|quote|>"Meet me? I know no ladies."</|quote|>"Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." | have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them."<|quote|>"Meet me? I know no ladies."<... | English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding in... | them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole ... | dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, coul... | It's very good of you," he called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is ... | and I wonder you know my name. I say, Mr. Fielding?" "Yes?" "Guess what I look like before you come out. That will be a kind of game." "You're five feet nine inches high," said Fielding, surmising this much through the ground glass of the bedroom door. "Jolly good. What next? Have I not a venerable white beard?" "Blast... | A Passage To India |
"Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" | Cyril Fielding | me? I know no ladies."<|quote|>"Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"Oh yes I remember." The | think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies."<|quote|>"Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had | riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies."<|quote|>"Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?"<... | ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding... | then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to ri... | "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with prelim... | called back; "I like unconventional behaviour so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet ... | "Anything wrong?" "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gol... | A Passage To India |
"Oh yes I remember." | Dr. Aziz | Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Oh yes I remember."</|quote|>The romance at the mosque | I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Oh yes I remember."</|quote|>The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his | Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Oh yes I remember."</|quote|>The roman... | I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beaut... | still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hel... | He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Engli... | so extremely." His spirits flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much abou... | so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, ... | A Passage To India |
The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. | No speaker | Quested?" "Oh yes I remember."<|quote|>The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over.</|quote|>"An excessively aged lady; but | "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember."<|quote|>The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over.</|quote|>"An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the | have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember."<|quote|>The romance at the mosque had sunk out of h... | they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, wit... | Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars ... | round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their ... | flared up, he glanced round the living-room. Some luxury in it, but no order nothing to intimidate poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the ... | "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was part of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Euro... | A Passage To India |
"An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" | Dr. Aziz | soon as it was over.<|quote|>"An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?"</|quote|>"Miss Quested." "Just as you | out of his consciousness as soon as it was over.<|quote|>"An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?"</|quote|>"Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that | the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over.<|quote|>"An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat th... | to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two... | impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?"... | their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily o... | poor Indians. It was also a very beautiful room, opening into the garden through three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to t... | hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a people it was apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always tho... | A Passage To India |
"Miss Quested." | Cyril Fielding | the name of her companion?"<|quote|>"Miss Quested."</|quote|>"Just as you wish." He | but will you please repeat the name of her companion?"<|quote|>"Miss Quested."</|quote|>"Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests | you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?"<|quote|>"Miss Quested."</|quote|>"Just as you wish." ... | and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladie... | me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When... | or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and fol... | three high arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall... | to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought.... | A Passage To India |
"Just as you wish." | Dr. Aziz | of her companion?" "Miss Quested."<|quote|>"Just as you wish."</|quote|>He was disappointed that other | you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested."<|quote|>"Just as you wish."</|quote|>He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he | them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested."<|quote|>"Just as you wish."</|quote|>He was di... | I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not M... | in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear... | and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them u... | arches of wood. "The fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so tha... | prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so emotional a pe... | A Passage To India |
He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. | No speaker | Quested." "Just as you wish."<|quote|>He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend.</|quote|>"You can talk to Miss | name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish."<|quote|>He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend.</|quote|>"You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne | know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish."<|quote|>He was disappointed that other guests... | again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quest... | see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry... | having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everyt... | fact is I have long wanted to meet you," he continued. "I have heard so much about your warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that ... | the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individuall... | A Passage To India |
"You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." | Cyril Fielding | alone with his new friend.<|quote|>"You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say."</|quote|>"Is she a Post Impressionist?" | for he preferred to be alone with his new friend.<|quote|>"You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say."</|quote|>"Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along | had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend.<|quote|>"You can talk to Miss Quested about... | the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over... | "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives o... | Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae m... | warm heart from the Nawab Bahadur. But where is one to meet in a wretched hole like Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myse... | the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an... | A Passage To India |
"Is she a Post Impressionist?" | Dr. Aziz | like she's artistic, they say."<|quote|>"Is she a Post Impressionist?"</|quote|>"Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along | the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say."<|quote|>"Is she a Post Impressionist?"</|quote|>"Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is | will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say."<|quote|>"Is she a Post Impressionist?"... | are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested."... | wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut ... | so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words an... | Chandrapore?" He came close up to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is ... | "I've stamped on my last collar stud." "Take mine, take mine." "Have you a spare one?" "Yes, yes, one minute." "Not if you're wearing it yourself." "No, no, one in my pocket." Stepping aside, so that his outline might vanish, he wrenched off his collar, and pulled out of his shirt the back stud, a gold stud, which was ... | A Passage To India |
"Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." | Cyril Fielding | "Is she a Post Impressionist?"<|quote|>"Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether."</|quote|>Aziz was offended. The remark | like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?"<|quote|>"Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether."</|quote|>Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure | name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?"<|quote|>"Post Impressionism, indee... | meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." ... | Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I ha... | gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?"... | to the door. "When I was greener here, I'll tell you what. I used to wish you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able t... | few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear coll... | A Passage To India |
Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, | No speaker | too much for me altogether."<|quote|>Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly,</|quote|>"I do not consider Mrs. | tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether."<|quote|>Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly,</|quote|>"I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only | were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether."<|quote|>Aziz was offended. The re... | and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alon... | no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India... | him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go in?" "I hae ma doots." "What's that last sentence, please? Will you teach me some new words and so improve my English?" Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged coldly on shelves" could be improved. He was of... | you to fall ill so that we could meet that way." They laughed, and encouraged by his success he began to improvise. "I said to myself, How does Mr. Fielding look this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent fo... | still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hel... | A Passage To India |
"I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," | Dr. Aziz | Race, that. He said stiffly,<|quote|>"I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque,"</|quote|>and was adding "a single | privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly,<|quote|>"I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque,"</|quote|>and was adding "a single meeting is too short to | a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly,<|quote|>"I do no... | please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impression... | gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you kno... | you teach me some new words and so improve my English?" Fielding doubted whether "everything ranged coldly on shelves" could be improved. He was often struck with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; th... | this morning? Perhaps pale. And the Civil Surgeon is pale too, he will not be able to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know ... | to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up ... | A Passage To India |
and was adding | No speaker | her accidentally in my mosque,"<|quote|>and was adding</|quote|>"a single meeting is too | my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque,"<|quote|>and was adding</|quote|>"a single meeting is too short to make a friend," | for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque,"<|quote|>and was adding</|quote|>"a... | that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offend... | riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes ... | coldly on shelves" could be improved. He was often struck with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it st... | to attend upon him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and alway... | shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I ... | A Passage To India |
"a single meeting is too short to make a friend," | Dr. Aziz | my mosque," and was adding<|quote|>"a single meeting is too short to make a friend,"</|quote|>but before he could finish | only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding<|quote|>"a single meeting is too short to make a friend,"</|quote|>but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished | Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding<|quote|>"a single meeting is too short ... | were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark sug... | behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The ro... | could be improved. He was often struck with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that f... | him when the shivering commences. I should have been sent for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar... | his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapidity of their intimacy. With so... | A Passage To India |
but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as sa... | No speaker | short to make a friend,"<|quote|>but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to th... | "a single meeting is too short to make a friend,"<|quote|>but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also car... | Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend,"<|quote|>but before he could finish the sentence t... | new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to ... | then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as ... | with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's t... | for instead. Then we would have had jolly talks, for you are a celebrated student of Persian poetry." "You know me by sight, then." "Of course, of course. You know me?" "I know you very well by name." "I have been here such a short time, and always in the bazaar. No wonder you have never seen me, and I wonder you know ... | table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wea... | A Passage To India |
"Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." | Cyril Fielding | talk rattled on as before.<|quote|>"Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole."</|quote|>"Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He | relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before.<|quote|>"Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole."</|quote|>"Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, | divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before.<|quote|>"Besides the l... | the shore-dweller cannot know. Indeed, he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark fr... | I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone... | dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." ... | of a set that his brother-in-law had brought him from Europe. "Here it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for hi... | slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." ... | A Passage To India |
"Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" | Dr. Aziz | of my assistants Narayan Godbole."<|quote|>"Oho, the Deccani Brahman!"</|quote|>"He wants the past back | ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole."<|quote|>"Oho, the Deccani Brahman!"</|quote|>"He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." | Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole."<|quote|>"Oho, the De... | every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fiel... | single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him acro... | Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance a... | it is," he cried. "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, ... | for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His o... | A Passage To India |
"He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." | Cyril Fielding | Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!"<|quote|>"He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir."</|quote|>"I should think not. Do | one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!"<|quote|>"He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir."</|quote|>"I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans | alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!"<|quote|>"He w... | a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that somethin... | short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks.... | not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of... | "Come in with it if you don't mind the unconventionality." "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have w... | Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars ... | A Passage To India |
"I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani... | Dr. Aziz | too, but not precisely Alamgir."<|quote|>"I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbo... | "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir."<|quote|>"I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immense... | that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir."<|quote|>"I should t... | life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right... | the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who... | at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively... | "One minute again." Replacing his collar, he prayed that it would not spring up at the back during tea. Fielding's bearer, who was helping him to dress, opened the door for him. "Many thanks." They shook hands smiling. He began to look round, as he would have with any old friend. Fielding was not surprised at the rapid... | disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Az... | A Passage To India |
"Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?" | Cyril Fielding | say. A most sincere chap."<|quote|>"Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?"</|quote|>"Perhaps some day . . | from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap."<|quote|>"Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?"</|quote|>"Perhaps some day . . . just now I see | them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap."<|quote|>"Why don't you fellows run a club in Ch... | their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from... | be wrecked, and he had sensations the shore-dweller cannot know. Indeed, he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionis... | the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! C... | apt to come at once or never, and he and Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew... | wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautif... | A Passage To India |
"Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." | Dr. Aziz | a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?"<|quote|>"Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming."</|quote|>How fortunate that it was | "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?"<|quote|>"Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming."</|quote|>How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities | like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?"<|quote|>"Perhaps some day . . . just no... | am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have ev... | Indeed, he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they spe... | wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me a... | Aziz, having heard only good of each other, could afford to dispense with preliminaries. "But I always thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "... | know. Indeed, he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, th... | A Passage To India |
How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiet... | No speaker | and what's her name coming."<|quote|>How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so... | now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming."<|quote|>How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so ol... | and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?" "Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming."<|quote|>How fortunate that it was an "unconventiona... | too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must ... | the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equa... | new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to ... | thought that Englishmen kept their rooms so tidy. It seems that this is not so. I need not be so ashamed." He sat down gaily on the bed; then, forgetting himself entirely, drew up his legs and folded them under him. "Everything ranged coldly on shelves was what _I_ thought. I say, Mr. Fielding, is the stud going to go ... | the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own w... | A Passage To India |
"I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," | Adela Quested | remained entirely straightforward in consequence.<|quote|>"I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz,"</|quote|>she began. "I heard from | form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence.<|quote|>"I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz,"</|quote|>she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you | old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence.<|quote|>"I want to ask you ... | her name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was ... | the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor... | make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was s... | with the liveliness with which the younger generation handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat ... | come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you kno... | A Passage To India |
she began. | No speaker | ask you something, Dr. Aziz,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"I heard from Mrs. Moore | in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz,"<|quote|>she began.</|quote|>"I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to | was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz,"<|quote|>she began.</|quo... | an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body an... | "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani... | the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who... | handled a foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies w... | Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned,... | A Passage To India |
"I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." | Adela Quested | something, Dr. Aziz," she began.<|quote|>"I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed."</|quote|>"Oh, please do not mention | "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began.<|quote|>"I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed."</|quote|>"Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. | this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began.<|quote|>"I heard from Mr... | party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on he... | think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans ... | the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only und... | foreign tongue. They altered the idiom, but they could say whatever they wanted to say quickly; there were none of the babuisms ascribed to them up at the club. But then the club moved slowly; it still declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in imp... | will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stability and supposes that every ship must be wrecked, and he had s... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" | Dr. Aziz | three weeks since we landed."<|quote|>"Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?"</|quote|>"I want you to explain | with you than in the three weeks since we landed."<|quote|>"Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?"</|quote|>"I want you to explain a disappointment we had this | straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed."<|quote|>"Oh, please do not mention a litt... | Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask... | text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?" "Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." How fortunate th... | also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stability and supposes that every ship must be wrecked, and he had sensations the shore-dweller cannot know. Indeed, he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not alwa... | declared that few Mohammedans and no Hindus would eat at an Englishman's table, and that all Indian ladies were in impenetrable purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does... | stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only underst... | A Passage To India |
"I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." | Adela Quested | tell you about my country?"<|quote|>"I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette."</|quote|>"There honestly is none," he | there anything else I may tell you about my country?"<|quote|>"I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette."</|quote|>"There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature | were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?"<|quote|>"I want you to explain a disappointment we had t... | on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how ... | I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?" "Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to,... | understand stability and supposes that every ship must be wrecked, and he had sensations the shore-dweller cannot know. Indeed, he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not mea... | purdah. Individually it knew better; as a club it declined to change. "Let me put in your stud. I see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biki... | He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if you like she's artistic, they say." "Is she a Post Impressionist?" "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogeth... | A Passage To India |
"There honestly is none," | Dr. Aziz | some point of Indian etiquette."<|quote|>"There honestly is none,"</|quote|>he replied. "We are by | this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette."<|quote|>"There honestly is none,"</|quote|>he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." | with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette."<|quote|>"There honestly is none,"</|quote|>he replied.... | to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three we... | some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moo... | he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak Engli... | see . . . the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry... | largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget... | A Passage To India |
he replied. | No speaker | etiquette." "There honestly is none,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"We are by nature a | be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"We are by nature a most informal people." "I am | the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none,"<|quote|>he replied.</|quote|>"We are by natur... | His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed.... | . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old... | than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two... | the shirt back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lam... | India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run... | A Passage To India |
"We are by nature a most informal people." | Dr. Aziz | honestly is none," he replied.<|quote|>"We are by nature a most informal people."</|quote|>"I am afraid we must | point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied.<|quote|>"We are by nature a most informal people."</|quote|>"I am afraid we must have made some blunder and | weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied.<|quote|>"We are by nature a most informal p... | towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please... | now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Mi... | In every remark he found a meaning, but not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. F... | back's hole is rather small and to rip it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' ... | world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was ... | A Passage To India |
"I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," | Mrs. Moore | nature a most informal people."<|quote|>"I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore. "That is | he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people."<|quote|>"I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may | mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people."<|quote|>"I am afraid we must have made some... | want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else ... | name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spar... | not always the true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wron... | it wider a pity." "Why in hell does one wear collars at all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when ... | Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assist... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Moore. | No speaker | some blunder and given offence,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"That is even more impossible. | afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"That is even more impossible. But may I know the | tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"That is... | Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disa... | are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defe... | a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being ... | all?" grumbled Fielding as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque co... | concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, min... | A Passage To India |
"That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" | Dr. Aziz | given offence," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?"</|quote|>"An Indian lady and gentleman | have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?"</|quote|>"An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage | my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"That is even more impossible. B... | helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we h... | On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes... | for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where p... | as he bent his neck. "We wear them to pass the Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's g... | was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a fri... | A Passage To India |
"An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." | Mrs. Moore | may I know the facts?"<|quote|>"An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened."</|quote|>"Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing | is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?"<|quote|>"An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened."</|quote|>"Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was | this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?"<|quote|>"An Indian lady and gentleman were... | She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette."... | to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to an... | Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as ... | Police." "What's that?" "If I'm biking in English dress starch collar, hat with ditch they take no notice. When I wear a fez, they cry, Your lamp's out!' Lord Curzon did not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I ha... | though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but... | A Passage To India |
"Some misunderstanding," | Cyril Fielding | we can't think what happened."<|quote|>"Some misunderstanding,"</|quote|>said Fielding, seeing at once | waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened."<|quote|>"Some misunderstanding,"</|quote|>said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type | some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened."<|quote|>"Some misunderstanding,"</|quote|>... | there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore.... | was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from... | that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not... | not consider this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir... | he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the s... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. | No speaker | think what happened." "Some misunderstanding,"<|quote|>said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up.</|quote|>"Oh no, it wasn't that," | waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding,"<|quote|>said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up.</|quote|>"Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even | and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding,"<|quote|>said Fielding, seeing ... | else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even ... | this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore... | had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you... | this when he urged natives of India to retain their picturesque costumes. Hooray! Stud's gone in. Sometimes I shut my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at ... | sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can... | A Passage To India |
"Oh no, it wasn't that," | Adela Quested | better not be cleared up.<|quote|>"Oh no, it wasn't that,"</|quote|>Miss Quested persisted. "They even | type of incident that had better not be cleared up.<|quote|>"Oh no, it wasn't that,"</|quote|>Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta | lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up.<|quote|>"Oh no, it wasn't that,"</|quo... | it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriag... | wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few ... | on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not... | my eyes and dream I have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know ... | talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the M... | A Passage To India |
Miss Quested persisted. | No speaker | "Oh no, it wasn't that,"<|quote|>Miss Quested persisted.</|quote|>"They even gave up going | better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that,"<|quote|>Miss Quested persisted.</|quote|>"They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. | send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that,"<|quote|>Miss Quested persisted.</|quote|... | of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning ... | been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than ... | ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? The... | have splendid clothes again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs... | angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were ... | A Passage To India |
"They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." | Adela Quested | wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted.<|quote|>"They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure."</|quote|>"I wouldn't worry about that." | cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted.<|quote|>"They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure."</|quote|>"I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells | for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted.<|quote|>"They even gave up going to ... | "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never ... | to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three we... | expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even ... | again and am riding into battle behind Alamgir. Mr. Fielding, must not India have been beautiful then, with the Mogul Empire at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quest... | true meaning, and his life though vivid was largely a dream. Fielding, for instance, had not meant that Indians are obscure, but that Post Impressionism is; a gulf divided his remark from Mrs. Turton's "Why, they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally ... | A Passage To India |
"I wouldn't worry about that." | Cyril Fielding | blunder, we both feel sure."<|quote|>"I wouldn't worry about that."</|quote|>"Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells | must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure."<|quote|>"I wouldn't worry about that."</|quote|>"Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a | "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure."<|quote|>"I wouldn't worry about tha... | some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, se... | she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I w... | "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani... | at its height and Alamgir reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively... | relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them... | A Passage To India |
"Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," | Adela Quested | "I wouldn't worry about that."<|quote|>"Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me,"</|quote|>she retorted, reddening a little. | blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that."<|quote|>"Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me,"</|quote|>she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's | at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that."<|quote|>"Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me,"</|quot... | said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type... | Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disa... | you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can... | reigning at Delhi upon the Peacock Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you p... | own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stability and supposes that every ship must be wrecked, and he had sensations ... | A Passage To India |
she retorted, reddening a little. | No speaker | what Mr. Heaslop tells me,"<|quote|>she retorted, reddening a little.</|quote|>"If one doesn't worry, how's | wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me,"<|quote|>she retorted, reddening a little.</|quote|>"If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host | type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me,"<|quote|>she retorted, reddening a litt... | more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better no... | to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; ... | That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Wh... | Throne?" "Two ladies are coming to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her compan... | found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered h... | A Passage To India |
"If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" | Adela Quested | she retorted, reddening a little.<|quote|>"If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?"</|quote|>The host was inclined to | what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little.<|quote|>"If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?"</|quote|>The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz | better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little.<|quote|>"If one doesn't worry,... | know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it... | and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point ... | them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in ... | to tea to meet you I think you know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as y... | her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it ... | A Passage To India |
The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. | No speaker | worry, how's one to understand?"<|quote|>The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus.</|quote|>"Slack Hindus they have no | a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?"<|quote|>The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus.</|quote|>"Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know | wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?"<|quote|>The host w... | were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They ev... | in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," h... | Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?" "Perhaps some day .... | know them." "Meet me? I know no ladies." "Not Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested?" "Oh yes I remember." The romance at the mosque had sunk out of his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed t... | and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I shou... | A Passage To India |
"Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why the... | Dr. Aziz | pronounced that they were Hindus.<|quote|>"Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ... | fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus.<|quote|>"Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary.... | wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus.<|quote|>"Slack... | misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly w... | anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That... | be quite unlike all other Deccani Brahmans from all I can hear say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?" "Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this ... | his consciousness as soon as it was over. "An excessively aged lady; but will you please repeat the name of her companion?" "Miss Quested." "Just as you wish." He was disappointed that other guests were coming, for he preferred to be alone with his new friend. "You can talk to Miss Quested about the Peacock Throne if y... | plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began.... | A Passage To India |
"That's a notion," | Cyril Fielding | why they did not send."<|quote|>"That's a notion,"</|quote|>said the other man. "I | their house and that is why they did not send."<|quote|>"That's a notion,"</|quote|>said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela | the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send."<|quote|>"That's a notion,"</|quote|>said the other man. "I do so hate my... | worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual f... | "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Mi... | to, he treated them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to an... | "Post Impressionism, indeed! Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend... | their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from... | A Passage To India |
said the other man. | No speaker | not send." "That's a notion,"<|quote|>said the other man.</|quote|>"I do so hate mysteries," | that is why they did not send." "That's a notion,"<|quote|>said the other man.</|quote|>"I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." | a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion,"<|quote|>said the other man.</|quote|>"I do so hate mysteries," Adela ann... | to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as w... | and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persi... | them like men. Beauty would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. ... | Come along to tea. This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally... | Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moo... | A Passage To India |
"I do so hate mysteries," | Adela Quested | notion," said the other man.<|quote|>"I do so hate mysteries,"</|quote|>Adela announced. "We English do." | did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man.<|quote|>"I do so hate mysteries,"</|quote|>Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because | It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man.<|quote|>"I do so hate mysteries,"</|quote|>Adela announced. "We English do." "I ... | was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to the... | send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave ... | would have troubled him, for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards h... | This world is getting too much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and... | terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She ... | A Passage To India |
Adela announced. | No speaker | "I do so hate mysteries,"<|quote|>Adela announced.</|quote|>"We English do." "I dislike | notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries,"<|quote|>Adela announced.</|quote|>"We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, | did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries,"<|quote|>Adela announced.</|quote|>"We English do." "I dislike them not b... | subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give... | this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to ent... | it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straight... | much for me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meet... | speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole... | A Passage To India |
"We English do." | Cyril Fielding | so hate mysteries," Adela announced.<|quote|>"We English do."</|quote|>"I dislike them not because | the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced.<|quote|>"We English do."</|quote|>"I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my | go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced.<|quote|>"We English do."</|quote|>"I dislike them not because I... | Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong ... | at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We... | rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in ... | me altogether." Aziz was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is to... | being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That ... | A Passage To India |
"I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," | Adela Quested | Adela announced. "We English do."<|quote|>"I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view,"</|quote|>she corrected. "I like mysteries | "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do."<|quote|>"I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view,"</|quote|>she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," | house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do."<|quote|>"I dislike them not because I'm English, but from ... | up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India... | has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have m... | own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. ... | was offended. The remark suggested that he, an obscure Indian, had no right to have heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a fri... | have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fi... | A Passage To India |
she corrected. | No speaker | own personal point of view,"<|quote|>she corrected.</|quote|>"I like mysteries but I | I'm English, but from my own personal point of view,"<|quote|>she corrected.</|quote|>"I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. | for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view,"<|quote|>she corrected.</|quote|>"I like mysteries but ... | "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why the... | misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly w... | spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs... | heard of Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, becaus... | in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is t... | A Passage To India |
"I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," | Mrs. Moore | point of view," she corrected.<|quote|>"I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery | but from my own personal point of view," she corrected.<|quote|>"I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do | own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected.<|quote|>"I like mysteries but I rather dislike... | they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send... | Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me... | anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how ... | Post Impressionism a privilege reserved for the Ruling Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt... | to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even ga... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Moore. | No speaker | but I rather dislike muddles,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"A mystery is a muddle." | she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, | and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore.</|quote|>"A my... | them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other ... | type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If ... | her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how int... | Race, that. He said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to ... | should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle and immensely rich. Professor Godbole must be quite unlike all other Deccani Br... | A Passage To India |
"A mystery is a muddle." | Cyril Fielding | dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"A mystery is a muddle."</|quote|>"Oh, do you think so, | like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"A mystery is a muddle."</|quote|>"Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is | why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore.<|quote|>"A mystery is a muddle."</... | because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so h... | that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry... | terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She ... | said stiffly, "I do not consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grapple... | thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offenc... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" | Mrs. Moore | "A mystery is a muddle."<|quote|>"Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?"</|quote|>"A mystery is only a | dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle."<|quote|>"Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?"</|quote|>"A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. | "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle."<|quote|>"Oh, do you think so, Mr.... | the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela a... | cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understa... | and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in tho... | consider Mrs. Moore my friend, I only met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting t... | Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of i... | A Passage To India |
"A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." | Cyril Fielding | you think so, Mr. Fielding?"<|quote|>"A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle."</|quote|>"India's Oh, what an alarming | is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?"<|quote|>"A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle."</|quote|>"India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle | "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?"<|quote|>"A mystery is only a high-s... | It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. Nothing sanitary. I think for my own part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not ... | Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change ... | been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than ... | met her accidentally in my mosque," and was adding "a single meeting is too short to make a friend," but before he could finish the sentence the stiffness vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear t... | say. A most sincere chap." "Why don't you fellows run a club in Chandrapore, Aziz?" "Perhaps some day . . . just now I see Mrs. Moore and what's her name coming." How fortunate that it was an "unconventional" party, where formalities are ruled out! On this basis Aziz found the English ladies easy to talk to, he treated... | A Passage To India |
"India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" | Mrs. Moore | well that India's a muddle."<|quote|>"India's Oh, what an alarming idea!"</|quote|>"There'll be no muddle when | case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle."<|quote|>"India's Oh, what an alarming idea!"</|quote|>"There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," | like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle."<|quote|>"India's Oh, what an alarming idea!"</|q... | part they grew ashamed of their house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," s... | that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of ... | from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a... | vanished from it, because he felt Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stabil... | going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, an... | A Passage To India |
"There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," | Dr. Aziz | Oh, what an alarming idea!"<|quote|>"There'll be no muddle when you come to see me,"</|quote|>said Aziz, rather out of | that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!"<|quote|>"There'll be no muddle when you come to see me,"</|quote|>said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and | muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!"<|quote|>"There'll be no muddle when you come to... | house and that is why they did not send." "That's a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a ... | me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because ... | were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morn... | Fielding's fundamental good will. His own went out to it, and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stability and supposes that every ship m... | that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddenin... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz, rather out of his depth. | No speaker | you come to see me,"<|quote|>said Aziz, rather out of his depth.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore and everyone I | "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me,"<|quote|>said Aziz, rather out of his depth.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." | do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me,"<|quote|>said Aziz, rather out of his depth.</|quote|>"M... | a notion," said the other man. "I do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A m... | how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! ... | learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "Th... | and grappled beneath the shifting tides of emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stability and supposes that every ship must be wrecked, and he had sensations the shore-dweller ca... | not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to u... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." | Dr. Aziz | rather out of his depth.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please."</|quote|>The old lady accepted: she | to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please."</|quote|>The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor | mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, ... | do so hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding ter... | inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their h... | minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "W... | emotion which can alone bear the voyager to an anchorage but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stability and supposes that every ship must be wrecked, and he had sensations the shore-dweller cannot know. Indeed, he was sensitive rather ... | and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once ... | A Passage To India |
The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitati... | No speaker | invite you all oh, please."<|quote|>The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlo... | "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please."<|quote|>The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she kn... | advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please."<|quote|>The old lady accepted: she still thought the ... | dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either ca... | warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus. "Slack Hindus they have no idea of society; I know them very well because of a doctor at the hospital. Such a slack, unpunctual fellow! It is as well you did not go to their house, for it would give you a wrong idea of India. N... | we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid... | but may also carry him across it on to the rocks. He was safe really as safe as the shore-dweller who can only understand stability and supposes that every ship must be wrecked, and he had sensations the shore-dweller cannot know. Indeed, he was sensitive rather than responsive. In every remark he found a meaning, but ... | for it entails rules of its own, but Mrs. Moore was so old and Miss Quested so plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely stra... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, but we will talk of something else now," | Dr. Aziz | infested with small black flies.<|quote|>"Oh, but we will talk of something else now,"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "I wish I | room in it, and that infested with small black flies.<|quote|>"Oh, but we will talk of something else now,"</|quote|>he exclaimed. "I wish I lived here. See this beautiful | better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies.<|quote|>"Oh, but we will talk of somet... | I invite you all oh, please." The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his... | Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No adva... | this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to ent... | they speak English," but to Aziz the two sounded alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Go... | offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it wa... | A Passage To India |
he exclaimed. | No speaker | talk of something else now,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I wish I lived here. | flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I wish I lived here. See this beautiful room! Let | invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now,"<|quote|>he exclaimed.</|quote|>"I wish I... | accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified ... | because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I kn... | waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blu... | alike. Fielding saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the... | and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point ... | A Passage To India |
"I wish I lived here. See this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at the bottom of the arches. What delicacy! It is the architecture of Question and Answer. Mrs. Moore, you are in India; I am not joking." | Dr. Aziz | something else now," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I wish I lived here. See this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at the bottom of the arches. What delicacy! It is the architecture of Question and Answer. Mrs. Moore, you are in India; I am not joking."</|quote|>The room inspired him. It | but we will talk of something else now," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I wish I lived here. See this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at the bottom of the arches. What delicacy! It is the architecture of Question and Answer. Mrs. Moore, you are in India; I am not joking."</|quote|>The r... | her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now," he exclaimed.<|quote|>"I wish I lived here. See this beautifu... | still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she a... | English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that... | waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we bo... | saw that something had gone wrong, and equally that it had come right, but he didn't fidget, being an optimist where personal relations were concerned, and their talk rattled on as before. "Besides the ladies I am expecting one of my assistants Narayan Godbole." "Oho, the Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, ... | that it was the type of incident that had better not be cleared up. "Oh no, it wasn't that," Miss Quested persisted. "They even gave up going to Calcutta to entertain us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddenin... | A Passage To India |
The room inspired him. It was an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden pou... | No speaker | India; I am not joking."<|quote|>The room inspired him. It was an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglass... | Mrs. Moore, you are in India; I am not joking."<|quote|>The room inspired him. It was an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall wa... | else now," he exclaimed. "I wish I lived here. See this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at the bottom of the arches. What delicacy! It is the architecture of Question and Answer. Mrs. Moore, you are in India; I am not joking."<|quote|>The room inspired him. It was an audience ha... | her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now," he exclaimed. "I wish I lived h... | in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor exces... | us. We must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the ... | Deccani Brahman!" "He wants the past back too, but not precisely Alamgir." "I should think not. Do you know what Deccani Brahmans say? That England conquered India from them from them, mind, and not from the Moguls. Is not that like their cheek? They have even bribed it to appear in text-books, for they are so subtle a... | my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle.... | A Passage To India |
"I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." | Dr. Aziz | really belonged. . . .<|quote|>"I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that."</|quote|>Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of | doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . .<|quote|>"I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that."</|quote|>Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified | and his servants sat on his steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . .<|quote|>"I am doing justice here. A poor wido... | One sat in public on exhibition, as it were in full view of the gardeners who were screaming at the birds and of the man who rented the tank for the cultivation of water chestnut. Fielding let the mango trees too there was no knowing who might not come in and his servants sat on his steps night and day to discourage th... | See this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at the bottom of the arches. What delicacy! It is the architecture of Question and Answer. Mrs. Moore, you are in India; I am not joking." The room inspired him. It was an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high offici... | personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "Indi... | plain that he was spared this anxiety. Adela's angular body and the freckles on her face were terrible defects in his eyes, and he wondered how God could have been so unkind to any female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began.... | moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bun... | A Passage To India |
Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. | No speaker | on. I should like that."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son.</|quote|>"Rupees don't last for ever, | and so on and so on. I should like that."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son.</|quote|>"Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine | the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that."<|quote|>Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son... | chestnut. Fielding let the mango trees too there was no knowing who might not come in and his servants sat on his steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt... | are in India; I am not joking." The room inspired him. It was an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglasse... | high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." The old lady acce... | female form. His attitude towards her remained entirely straightforward in consequence. "I want to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks sin... | excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz ... | A Passage To India |
"Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," | Mrs. Moore | as exemplified in her son.<|quote|>"Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid,"</|quote|>she said. "Mine would. God | thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son.<|quote|>"Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid,"</|quote|>she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when | . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son.<|quote|>"Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid,"</|quote|>she said. "Mine... | not come in and his servants sat on his steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor ... | an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in publ... | case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new ... | to ask you something, Dr. Aziz," she began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may... | feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus.... | A Passage To India |
she said. | No speaker | last for ever, I'm afraid,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Mine would. God would give | in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Mine would. God would give me more when he saw | here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid,"<|quote|>she said.</|quote|>"Mine would. God would give me ... | on his steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes a... | century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public on exhibition, as it were in full view... | India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half exci... | began. "I heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want ... | excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz ... | A Passage To India |
"Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." | Dr. Aziz | ever, I'm afraid," she said.<|quote|>"Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor."</|quote|>And pointing about the room | son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said.<|quote|>"Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor."</|quote|>And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks | poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said.<|quote|>"Mine would. God would give me more when he saw ... | steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along an... | some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public on exhibition, as it were in full view of the gard... | muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, ba... | heard from Mrs. Moore how helpful you were to her in the mosque, and how interesting. She learnt more about India in those few minutes' talk with you than in the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to exp... | Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite yo... | A Passage To India |
And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago. | No speaker | is why he died poor."<|quote|>And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago.</|quote|>"So we would sit giving | father was the same, that is why he died poor."<|quote|>And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago.</|quote|>"So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet | smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor."<|quote|>And pointing about the room he peopled it with... | Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't las... | hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public on exhibition, as it were in full view of the gardeners who were screaming at the birds and of the man who rented the tank for the cultivation of water chestnut. Fielding let the mango trees too there was no knowing who migh... | you all oh, please." The old lady accepted: she still thought the young doctor excessively nice; moreover, a new feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country ... | the three weeks since we landed." "Oh, please do not mention a little thing like that. Is there anything else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal... | century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public on exhibition, as it were in full view... | A Passage To India |
"So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, that is the chief change between now and then, but I think we would never punish anyone." | Dr. Aziz | because they lived long ago.<|quote|>"So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, that is the chief change between now and then, but I think we would never punish anyone."</|quote|>The ladies agreed. "Poor criminal, | clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago.<|quote|>"So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, that is the chief change between now and then, but I think we would never punish anyone."</|quote|>The ladies agreed. "Poor criminal, give him another chance. It | said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago.<|quote|>"So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet... | A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave... | exhibition, as it were in full view of the gardeners who were screaming at the birds and of the man who rented the tank for the cultivation of water chestnut. Fielding let the mango trees too there was no knowing who might not come in and his servants sat on his steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful cert... | feeling, half languor, half excitement, bade her turn down any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horro... | else I may tell you about my country?" "I want you to explain a disappointment we had this morning; it must be some point of Indian etiquette." "There honestly is none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even ... | that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now," he exclaimed. "I wish I lived here. See this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at the bottom of the arches. What delicacy! It is the architecture of Question and Answer. Mrs. Moore, you are in Indi... | A Passage To India |
The ladies agreed. | No speaker | we would never punish anyone."<|quote|>The ladies agreed.</|quote|>"Poor criminal, give him another | and then, but I think we would never punish anyone."<|quote|>The ladies agreed.</|quote|>"Poor criminal, give him another chance. It only makes a | poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago. "So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, that is the chief change between now and then, but I think we would never punish anyone."<|quote|>The ladies agreed.</|quote|>"Poor crim... | Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with c... | Fielding let the mango trees too there was no knowing who might not come in and his servants sat on his steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom t... | he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now,"... | none," he replied. "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and... | any fresh path. Miss Quested accepted out of adventure. She also liked Aziz, and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was ... | A Passage To India |
"Poor criminal, give him another chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted." | Dr. Aziz | punish anyone." The ladies agreed.<|quote|>"Poor criminal, give him another chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted."</|quote|>His face grew very tender | I think we would never punish anyone." The ladies agreed.<|quote|>"Poor criminal, give him another chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted."</|quote|>His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable | about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago. "So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, that is the chief change between now and then, but I think we would never punish anyone." The ladies agreed.<|quote|>"Poor criminal, give him another chance... | of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, al... | mango trees too there was no knowing who might not come in and his servants sat on his steps night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really be... | his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now," he exclaimed. "... | "We are by nature a most informal people." "I am afraid we must have made some blunder and given offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited;... | and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public on exhibition, as it were in full view of the gardeners who were screaming at the birds and of the man who rented the tank for the cultivation of water chestnut. Fielding let the mango trees too there was no knowing who might not come in and his servants sat... | A Passage To India |
His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he... | No speaker | to prison and be corrupted."<|quote|>His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. ... | a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted."<|quote|>His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he... | would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, that is the chief change between now and then, but I think we would never punish anyone." The ladies agreed. "Poor criminal, give him another chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted."<|quote|>His face grew very tender the tenderness of ... | would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago. "So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, ... | night and day to discourage thieves. Beautiful certainly, and the Englishman had not spoilt it, whereas Aziz in an occidental moment would have hung Maude Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I gi... | bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now," he exclaimed. "I wish I lived here. See this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at ... | offence," said Mrs. Moore. "That is even more impossible. But may I know the facts?" "An Indian lady and gentleman were to send their carriage for us this morning at nine. It has never come. We waited and waited and waited; we can't think what happened." "Some misunderstanding," said Fielding, seeing at once that it wa... | audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public ... | A Passage To India |
"We punish no one, no one," | Dr. Aziz | ice stream through his land.<|quote|>"We punish no one, no one,"</|quote|>he repeated, "and in the | odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land.<|quote|>"We punish no one, no one,"</|quote|>he repeated, "and in the evening we will give a | except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he knew at the bottom of his heart that they could not help being so cold and odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land.<|quote|>"We punish no one, no one,"</|quote|>he repeated, "an... | chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted." His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider huma... | exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because the... | inspired him. It was an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in fr... | must have made some stupid blunder, we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinqu... | he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "Oh, but we will talk of something else now,"... | A Passage To India |
he repeated, | No speaker | punish no one, no one,"<|quote|>he repeated,</|quote|>"and in the evening we | stream through his land. "We punish no one, no one,"<|quote|>he repeated,</|quote|>"and in the evening we will give a great banquet | he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he knew at the bottom of his heart that they could not help being so cold and odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land. "We punish no one, no one,"<|quote|>he repeated,</|quote|>"and in the evening we will give a g... | worse to go to prison and be corrupted." His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired reven... | last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago. "So we would sit giv... | hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public on exhibi... | we both feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were... | the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupee... | A Passage To India |
"and in the evening we will give a great banquet with a nautch and lovely girls shall shine on every side of the tank with fireworks in their hands, and all shall be feasting and happiness until the next day, when there shall be justice as before fifty rupees, a hundred, a thousand till peace comes. Ah, why didn't we l... | Dr. Aziz | one, no one," he repeated,<|quote|>"and in the evening we will give a great banquet with a nautch and lovely girls shall shine on every side of the tank with fireworks in their hands, and all shall be feasting and happiness until the next day, when there shall be justice as before fifty rupees, a hundred, a thousand ti... | his land. "We punish no one, no one," he repeated,<|quote|>"and in the evening we will give a great banquet with a nautch and lovely girls shall shine on every side of the tank with fireworks in their hands, and all shall be feasting and happiness until the next day, when there shall be justice as before fifty rupees, ... | not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he knew at the bottom of his heart that they could not help being so cold and odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land. "We punish no one, no one," he repeated,<|quote|>"and in the evening we will give a great banquet wit... | go to prison and be corrupted." His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He wa... | ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago. "So we would sit giving for e... | in the eighteenth century for some high official, and though of wood had reminded Fielding of the Loggia de' Lanzi at Florence. Little rooms, now Europeanized, clung to it on either side, but the central hall was unpapered and unglassed, and the air of the garden poured in freely. One sat in public on exhibition, as it... | feel sure." "I wouldn't worry about that." "Exactly what Mr. Heaslop tells me," she retorted, reddening a little. "If one doesn't worry, how's one to understand?" The host was inclined to change the subject, but Aziz took it up warmly, and on learning fragments of the delinquents' name pronounced that they were Hindus.... | and believed that when she knew him better he would unlock his country for her. His invitation gratified her, and she asked him for his address. Aziz thought of his bungalow with horror. It was a detestable shanty near a low bazaar. There was practically only one room in it, and that infested with small black flies. "O... | A Passage To India |
"Well?" | Mrs. Moore | outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!"<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>she said, laughing. "You remember | bamboos waving by the tank outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!"<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>she said, laughing. "You remember the water by our mosque? | verandah's pavilions what do you call them? that are above us inside are blue also. Look at the carving on the pavilions. Think of the hours it took. Their little roofs are curved to imitate bamboo. So pretty and the bamboos waving by the tank outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!"<|quote|>"Well?"</|quote|>she said, laughin... | shall be feasting and happiness until the next day, when there shall be justice as before fifty rupees, a hundred, a thousand till peace comes. Ah, why didn't we live in that time? But are you admiring Mr. Fielding's house? Do look how the pillars are painted blue, and the verandah's pavilions what do you call them? th... | will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he knew at the bottom of his heart that they could not help being so cold and odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land. "We ... | Goodmans on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her... | hate mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for ... | he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he knew at the bottom of his heart that they could not help being so cold and odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land. "... | A Passage To India |
she said, laughing. | No speaker | Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!" "Well?"<|quote|>she said, laughing.</|quote|>"You remember the water by | waving by the tank outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!" "Well?"<|quote|>she said, laughing.</|quote|>"You remember the water by our mosque? It comes down | pavilions what do you call them? that are above us inside are blue also. Look at the carving on the pavilions. Think of the hours it took. Their little roofs are curved to imitate bamboo. So pretty and the bamboos waving by the tank outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!" "Well?"<|quote|>she said, laughing.</|quote|>"You rem... | be feasting and happiness until the next day, when there shall be justice as before fifty rupees, a hundred, a thousand till peace comes. Ah, why didn't we live in that time? But are you admiring Mr. Fielding's house? Do look how the pillars are painted blue, and the verandah's pavilions what do you call them? that are... | again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he knew at the bottom of his heart that they could not help being so cold and odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land. "We punis... | on the walls. Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Ru... | mysteries," Adela announced. "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a mud... | really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine... | A Passage To India |
"You remember the water by our mosque? It comes down and fills this tank a skilful arrangement of the Emperors. They stopped here going down into Bengal. They loved water. Wherever they went they created fountains, gardens, hammams. I was telling Mr. Fielding I would give anything to serve them." | Dr. Aziz | Moore!" "Well?" she said, laughing.<|quote|>"You remember the water by our mosque? It comes down and fills this tank a skilful arrangement of the Emperors. They stopped here going down into Bengal. They loved water. Wherever they went they created fountains, gardens, hammams. I was telling Mr. Fielding I would give any... | tank outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!" "Well?" she said, laughing.<|quote|>"You remember the water by our mosque? It comes down and fills this tank a skilful arrangement of the Emperors. They stopped here going down into Bengal. They loved water. Wherever they went they created fountains, gardens, hammams. I was tellin... | you call them? that are above us inside are blue also. Look at the carving on the pavilions. Think of the hours it took. Their little roofs are curved to imitate bamboo. So pretty and the bamboos waving by the tank outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!" "Well?" she said, laughing.<|quote|>"You remember the water by our mosq... | happiness until the next day, when there shall be justice as before fifty rupees, a hundred, a thousand till peace comes. Ah, why didn't we live in that time? But are you admiring Mr. Fielding's house? Do look how the pillars are painted blue, and the verandah's pavilions what do you call them? that are above us inside... | poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consider human: on these he desired revenge. He was even tender to the English; he knew at the bottom of his heart that they could not help being so cold and odd and circulating like an ice stream through his land. "We punish no one, no o... | Yet there was no doubt to whom the room really belonged. . . . "I am doing justice here. A poor widow who has been robbed comes along and I give her fifty rupees, to another a hundred, and so on and so on. I should like that." Mrs. Moore smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't las... | "We English do." "I dislike them not because I'm English, but from my own personal point of view," she corrected. "I like mysteries but I rather dislike muddles," said Mrs. Moore. "A mystery is a muddle." "Oh, do you think so, Mr. Fielding?" "A mystery is only a high-sounding term for a muddle. No advantage in stirring... | this beautiful room! Let us admire it together for a little. See those curves at the bottom of the arches. What delicacy! It is the architecture of Question and Answer. Mrs. Moore, you are in India; I am not joking." The room inspired him. It was an audience hall built in the eighteenth century for some high official, ... | A Passage To India |
He was wrong about the water, which no Emperor, however skilful, can cause to gravitate uphill; a depression of some depth together with the whole of Chandrapore lay between the mosque and Fielding's house. Ronny would have pulled him up, Turton would have wanted to pull him up, but restrained himself. Fielding did not... | No speaker | give anything to serve them."<|quote|>He was wrong about the water, which no Emperor, however skilful, can cause to gravitate uphill; a depression of some depth together with the whole of Chandrapore lay between the mosque and Fielding's house. Ronny would have pulled him up, Turton would have wanted to pull him up, bu... | telling Mr. Fielding I would give anything to serve them."<|quote|>He was wrong about the water, which no Emperor, however skilful, can cause to gravitate uphill; a depression of some depth together with the whole of Chandrapore lay between the mosque and Fielding's house. Ronny would have pulled him up, Turton would h... | "You remember the water by our mosque? It comes down and fills this tank a skilful arrangement of the Emperors. They stopped here going down into Bengal. They loved water. Wherever they went they created fountains, gardens, hammams. I was telling Mr. Fielding I would give anything to serve them."<|quote|>He was wrong a... | you call them? that are above us inside are blue also. Look at the carving on the pavilions. Think of the hours it took. Their little roofs are curved to imitate bamboo. So pretty and the bamboos waving by the tank outside. Mrs. Moore! Mrs. Moore!" "Well?" she said, laughing. "You remember the water by our mosque? It c... | like an ice stream through his land. "We punish no one, no one," he repeated, "and in the evening we will give a great banquet with a nautch and lovely girls shall shine on every side of the tank with fireworks in their hands, and all shall be feasting and happiness until the next day, when there shall be justice as be... | smiled, thinking of the modern method as exemplified in her son. "Rupees don't last for ever, I'm afraid," she said. "Mine would. God would give me more when he saw I gave. Always be giving, like the Nawab Bahadur. My father was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks ... | for a muddle. No advantage in stirring it up, in either case. Aziz and I know well that India's a muddle." "India's Oh, what an alarming idea!" "There'll be no muddle when you come to see me," said Aziz, rather out of his depth. "Mrs. Moore and everyone I invite you all oh, please." The old lady accepted: she still tho... | then, but I think we would never punish anyone." The ladies agreed. "Poor criminal, give him another chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted." His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again ro... | A Passage To India |
"Then back with water streaming over you and perhaps rather a pain inside. But I did not mind. All my friends were paining with me. We have a proverb in Urdu: What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?' which comes in conveniently after mangoes. Miss Quested, do wait for mangoes. Why not settle alto... | Dr. Aziz | an uncle and gorge there.<|quote|>"Then back with water streaming over you and perhaps rather a pain inside. But I did not mind. All my friends were paining with me. We have a proverb in Urdu: What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?' which comes in conveniently after mangoes. Miss Quested, do wai... | big mango grove belonging to an uncle and gorge there.<|quote|>"Then back with water streaming over you and perhaps rather a pain inside. But I did not mind. All my friends were paining with me. We have a proverb in Urdu: What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?' which comes in conveniently after ... | catch sight of his hand. Leaving the Mogul Emperors, Aziz turned to topics that could distress no one. He described the ripening of the mangoes, and how in his boyhood he used to run out in the Rains to a big mango grove belonging to an uncle and gorge there.<|quote|>"Then back with water streaming over you and perhaps... | he had reconciled the products of East and West, mental as well as physical, and could never be discomposed. The ladies were interested in him, and hoped that he would supplement Dr. Aziz by saying something about religion. But he only ate ate and ate, smiling, never letting his eyes catch sight of his hand. Leaving th... | and enigmatic, did not impede his eloquence, and even applauded it. He took his tea at a little distance from the outcasts, from a low table placed slightly behind him, to which he stretched back, and as it were encountered food by accident; all feigned indifference to Professor Godbole's tea. He was elderly and wizen ... | would have wanted to pull him up, but restrained himself. Fielding did not even want to pull him up; he had dulled his craving for verbal truth and cared chiefly for truth of mood. As for Miss Quested, she accepted everything Aziz said as true verbally. In her ignorance, she regarded him as "India," and never surmised ... | was the same, that is why he died poor." And pointing about the room he peopled it with clerks and officials, all benevolent because they lived long ago. "So we would sit giving for ever on a carpet instead of chairs, that is the chief change between now and then, but I think we would never punish anyone." The ladies a... | why didn't we live in that time? But are you admiring Mr. Fielding's house? Do look how the pillars are painted blue, and the verandah's pavilions what do you call them? that are above us inside are blue also. Look at the carving on the pavilions. Think of the hours it took. Their little roofs are curved to imitate bam... | A Passage To India |
"I'm afraid I can't do that," | Adela Quested | not settle altogether in India?"<|quote|>"I'm afraid I can't do that,"</|quote|>said Adela. She made the | do wait for mangoes. Why not settle altogether in India?"<|quote|>"I'm afraid I can't do that,"</|quote|>said Adela. She made the remark without thinking what it | rather a pain inside. But I did not mind. All my friends were paining with me. We have a proverb in Urdu: What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?' which comes in conveniently after mangoes. Miss Quested, do wait for mangoes. Why not settle altogether in India?"<|quote|>"I'm afraid I can't do that... | Aziz turned to topics that could distress no one. He described the ripening of the mangoes, and how in his boyhood he used to run out in the Rains to a big mango grove belonging to an uncle and gorge there. "Then back with water streaming over you and perhaps rather a pain inside. But I did not mind. All my friends wer... | and grey-blue eyes, and his complexion was as fair as a European's. He wore a turban that looked like pale purple macaroni, coat, waistcoat, dhoti, socks with clocks. The clocks matched the turban, and his whole appearance suggested harmony as if he had reconciled the products of East and West, mental as well as physic... | outlook was limited and his method inaccurate, and that no one is India. He was now much excited, chattering away hard, and even saying damn when he got mixed up in his sentences. He told them of his profession, and of the operations he had witnessed and performed, and he went into details that scared Mrs. Moore, thoug... | ladies agreed. "Poor criminal, give him another chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted." His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a ... | back, and as it were encountered food by accident; all feigned indifference to Professor Godbole's tea. He was elderly and wizen with a grey moustache and grey-blue eyes, and his complexion was as fair as a European's. He wore a turban that looked like pale purple macaroni, coat, waistcoat, dhoti, socks with clocks. Th... | A Passage To India |
said Adela. She made the remark without thinking what it meant. To her, as to the three men, it seemed in key with the rest of the conversation, and not for several minutes indeed, not for half an hour did she realize that it was an important remark, and ought to have been made in the first place to Ronny. | No speaker | afraid I can't do that,"<|quote|>said Adela. She made the remark without thinking what it meant. To her, as to the three men, it seemed in key with the rest of the conversation, and not for several minutes indeed, not for half an hour did she realize that it was an important remark, and ought to have been made in the f... | settle altogether in India?" "I'm afraid I can't do that,"<|quote|>said Adela. She made the remark without thinking what it meant. To her, as to the three men, it seemed in key with the rest of the conversation, and not for several minutes indeed, not for half an hour did she realize that it was an important remark, an... | did not mind. All my friends were paining with me. We have a proverb in Urdu: What does unhappiness matter when we are all unhappy together?' which comes in conveniently after mangoes. Miss Quested, do wait for mangoes. Why not settle altogether in India?" "I'm afraid I can't do that,"<|quote|>said Adela. She made the ... | distress no one. He described the ripening of the mangoes, and how in his boyhood he used to run out in the Rains to a big mango grove belonging to an uncle and gorge there. "Then back with water streaming over you and perhaps rather a pain inside. But I did not mind. All my friends were paining with me. We have a prov... | was as fair as a European's. He wore a turban that looked like pale purple macaroni, coat, waistcoat, dhoti, socks with clocks. The clocks matched the turban, and his whole appearance suggested harmony as if he had reconciled the products of East and West, mental as well as physical, and could never be discomposed. The... | inaccurate, and that no one is India. He was now much excited, chattering away hard, and even saying damn when he got mixed up in his sentences. He told them of his profession, and of the operations he had witnessed and performed, and he went into details that scared Mrs. Moore, though Miss Quested mistook them for pro... | another chance. It only makes a man worse to go to prison and be corrupted." His face grew very tender the tenderness of one incapable of administration, and unable to grasp that if the poor criminal is let off he will again rob the poor widow. He was tender to everyone except a few family enemies whom he did not consi... | would give anything to serve them." He was wrong about the water, which no Emperor, however skilful, can cause to gravitate uphill; a depression of some depth together with the whole of Chandrapore lay between the mosque and Fielding's house. Ronny would have pulled him up, Turton would have wanted to pull him up, but ... | A Passage To India |
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