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"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." | Mrs. Moore | . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. | Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He | both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested."<|qu... | on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he hims... | "I never even spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully so... | all three, but with downcast eyes and hands folded, as if nothing was noticeable. A scene from a play, thought Fielding, who now saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, mother," Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fie... | than ever from discovering what, if anything, was extraordinary about the Marabar Caves. Into this Ronny dropped. With an annoyance he took no trouble to conceal, he called from the garden: "What's happened to Fielding? Where's my mother?" "Good evening!" she replied coolly. "I want you and mother at once. There's to b... | could be regained. He did not mean to be greasily confidential to Miss Quested, only to enlist her support; nor to be loud and jolly towards Professor Godbole. A strange quartette he fluttering to the ground, she puzzled by the sudden ugliness, Ronny fuming, the Brahman observing all three, but with downcast eyes and h... | A Passage To India |
"Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." | Dr. Aziz | Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Mrs. Moore."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss | afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Mrs. Moore."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand | he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz... | moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heas... | spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I... | with downcast eyes and hands folded, as if nothing was noticeable. A scene from a play, thought Fielding, who now saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, mother," Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him... | discovering what, if anything, was extraordinary about the Marabar Caves. Into this Ronny dropped. With an annoyance he took no trouble to conceal, he called from the garden: "What's happened to Fielding? Where's my mother?" "Good evening!" she replied coolly. "I want you and mother at once. There's to be polo." "I tho... | puzzled by the sudden ugliness, Ronny fuming, the Brahman observing all three, but with downcast eyes and hands folded, as if nothing was noticeable. A scene from a play, thought Fielding, who now saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, ... | A Passage To India |
"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." | Adela Quested | Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped | ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down | Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, M... | Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both de... | "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss... | and hands folded, as if nothing was noticeable. A scene from a play, thought Fielding, who now saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, mother," Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said wit... | anything, was extraordinary about the Marabar Caves. Into this Ronny dropped. With an annoyance he took no trouble to conceal, he called from the garden: "What's happened to Fielding? Where's my mother?" "Good evening!" she replied coolly. "I want you and mother at once. There's to be polo." "I thought there was to be ... | was a servant of the Government, it was his job to avoid "incidents," so he said nothing, and ignored the provocation that Aziz continued to offer. Aziz was provocative. Everything he said had an impertinent flavour or jarred. His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle. He did not mean to be impe... | A Passage To India |
"Good-bye, Miss Quested." | Dr. Aziz | Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Miss Quested."</|quote|>He pumped her hand up | Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Miss Quested."</|quote|>He pumped her hand up and down to show that | on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye,... | wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface,... | along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean... | as if nothing was noticeable. A scene from a play, thought Fielding, who now saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, mother," Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said with pseudo-heartines... | about the Marabar Caves. Into this Ronny dropped. With an annoyance he took no trouble to conceal, he called from the garden: "What's happened to Fielding? Where's my mother?" "Good evening!" she replied coolly. "I want you and mother at once. There's to be polo." "I thought there was to be no polo." "Everything's alte... | was all right when I left." "Well, it's nothing I've said," said Ronny reassuringly. "I never even spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? ... | A Passage To India |
He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. | No speaker | Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested."<|quote|>He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease.</|quote|>"You'll jolly jolly well not | Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested."<|quote|>He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease.</|quote|>"You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? | but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Goo... | seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and... | take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the... | was noticeable. A scene from a play, thought Fielding, who now saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, mother," Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old... | Caves. Into this Ronny dropped. With an annoyance he took no trouble to conceal, he called from the garden: "What's happened to Fielding? Where's my mother?" "Good evening!" she replied coolly. "I want you and mother at once. There's to be polo." "I thought there was to be no polo." "Everything's altered. Some soldier ... | upset his precious nerves?" "I don't know. He was all right when I left." "Well, it's nothing I've said," said Ronny reassuringly. "I never even spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I s... | A Passage To India |
"You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." | Dr. Aziz | that he felt at ease.<|quote|>"You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy."</|quote|>"Thank you. . ." Inspired | up and down to show that he felt at ease.<|quote|>"You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy."</|quote|>"Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a | much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease.<|quote|>... | tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . W... | taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation ... | the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, mother," Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old man, do excuse me, but I think perhaps you oughtn't to have left Miss Queste... | he called from the garden: "What's happened to Fielding? Where's my mother?" "Good evening!" she replied coolly. "I want you and mother at once. There's to be polo." "I thought there was to be no polo." "Everything's altered. Some soldier men have come in. Come along and I'll tell you about it." "Your mother will retur... | saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don't trouble to come, mother," Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old man, do excuse me, but I think perhaps you oughtn't to have le... | A Passage To India |
"Thank you. . ." | Adela Quested | show up in a jiffy."<|quote|>"Thank you. . ."</|quote|>Inspired by the devil to | you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy."<|quote|>"Thank you. . ."</|quote|>Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, | . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy."<|quote|>"Thank you. . ."</|quote|>... | Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "... | polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Itali... | Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old man, do excuse me, but I think perhaps you oughtn't to have left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat... | you and mother at once. There's to be polo." "I thought there was to be no polo." "Everything's altered. Some soldier men have come in. Come along and I'll tell you about it." "Your mother will return shortly, sir," said Professor Godbole, who had risen with deference. "There is but little to see at our poor college." ... | Ronny called; "we're just starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old man, do excuse me, but I think perhaps you oughtn't to have left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat... | A Passage To India |
Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, | No speaker | jiffy." "Thank you. . ."<|quote|>Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added,</|quote|>"What a shame you leave | whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ."<|quote|>Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added,</|quote|>"What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do | Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ."<|quote|>Inspired by the devil to a fin... | Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quest... | should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding ... | starting." Then he hurried to Fielding, drew him aside and said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old man, do excuse me, but I think perhaps you oughtn't to have left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't... | once. There's to be polo." "I thought there was to be no polo." "Everything's altered. Some soldier men have come in. Come along and I'll tell you about it." "Your mother will return shortly, sir," said Professor Godbole, who had risen with deference. "There is but little to see at our poor college." Ronny took no noti... | left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in England." "I real... | A Passage To India |
"What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." | Dr. Aziz | a final effort, he added,<|quote|>"What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, | Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added,<|quote|>"What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay."</|quote|>"Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame | "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added,<|quote|>"What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider ... | on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye,... | the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquilli... | said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old man, do excuse me, but I think perhaps you oughtn't to have left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians.... | be no polo." "Everything's altered. Some soldier men have come in. Come along and I'll tell you about it." "Your mother will return shortly, sir," said Professor Godbole, who had risen with deference. "There is but little to see at our poor college." Ronny took no notice, but continued to address his remarks to Adela; ... | even spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you f... | A Passage To India |
"Good-bye, Professor Godbole," | Adela Quested | reconsider your decision, do stay."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Professor Godbole,"</|quote|>she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's | India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Professor Godbole,"</|quote|>she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard | at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay."<|quote|>"Good-bye, Professor Godbole,"</|quote|>she continued... | you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "... | So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up ever... | oughtn't to have left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in ... | tell you about it." "Your mother will return shortly, sir," said Professor Godbole, who had risen with deference. "There is but little to see at our poor college." Ronny took no notice, but continued to address his remarks to Adela; he had hurried away from his work to take her to see the polo, because he thought it wo... | Moore. "He isn't a bounder," protested Fielding. "His nerves are on edge, that's all." "What should have upset his precious nerves?" "I don't know. He was all right when I left." "Well, it's nothing I've said," said Ronny reassuringly. "I never even spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; th... | A Passage To India |
she continued, suddenly agitated. | No speaker | do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole,"<|quote|>she continued, suddenly agitated.</|quote|>"It's a shame we never | Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole,"<|quote|>she continued, suddenly agitated.</|quote|>"It's a shame we never heard you sing." "I may | jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole,"<|quote|>she continued, suddenly agitated.</|quo... | . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly ... | began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appear... | left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in England." "I real... | it." "Your mother will return shortly, sir," said Professor Godbole, who had risen with deference. "There is but little to see at our poor college." Ronny took no notice, but continued to address his remarks to Adela; he had hurried away from his work to take her to see the polo, because he thought it would give her pl... | and said with pseudo-heartiness, "I say, old man, do excuse me, but I think perhaps you oughtn't to have left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indi... | A Passage To India |
"It's a shame we never heard you sing." | Adela Quested | Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated.<|quote|>"It's a shame we never heard you sing."</|quote|>"I may sing now," he | decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated.<|quote|>"It's a shame we never heard you sing."</|quote|>"I may sing now," he replied, and did. His thin | forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated.<|quote|>"It's a shame we never hea... | lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well ... | cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professo... | "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in England." "I really can't see the harm." "I... | return shortly, sir," said Professor Godbole, who had risen with deference. "There is but little to see at our poor college." Ronny took no notice, but continued to address his remarks to Adela; he had hurried away from his work to take her to see the polo, because he thought it would give her pleasure. He did not mean... | to the ground, she puzzled by the sudden ugliness, Ronny fuming, the Brahman observing all three, but with downcast eyes and hands folded, as if nothing was noticeable. A scene from a play, thought Fielding, who now saw them from the distance across the garden grouped among the blue pillars of his beautiful hall. "Don'... | A Passage To India |
"I may sing now," | Professor Godbole | we never heard you sing."<|quote|>"I may sing now,"</|quote|>he replied, and did. His | suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing."<|quote|>"I may sing now,"</|quote|>he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave | whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing."<|quote|>"I may sing now,"</|quote|>he ... | Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a... | exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odi... | to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in England." "I really can't see the harm." "If you can't see, you can't see. . . . Can't you see th... | risen with deference. "There is but little to see at our poor college." Ronny took no notice, but continued to address his remarks to Adela; he had hurried away from his work to take her to see the polo, because he thought it would give her pleasure. He did not mean to be rude to the two men, but the only link he could... | . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in England." "I really can't see the harm." "If you can't see, you can't see. . . . Can't you see that fellow's a bounder?... | A Passage To India |
he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave out one sound after another. At times there seemed rhythm, at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unk... | No speaker | sing." "I may sing now,"<|quote|>he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave out one sound after another. At times there seemed rhythm, at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intell... | shame we never heard you sing." "I may sing now,"<|quote|>he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave out one sound after another. At times there seemed rhythm, at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh o... | a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing." "I may sing now,"<|quote|>he replied, and did. His thin... | afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Insp... | soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and M... | . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in England." "I really can't see the harm." "If you can't see, you can't see. . . . Can't you see that fellow's a bounde... | is but little to see at our poor college." Ronny took no notice, but continued to address his remarks to Adela; he had hurried away from his work to take her to see the polo, because he thought it would give her pleasure. He did not mean to be rude to the two men, but the only link he could be conscious of with an Indi... | should have upset his precious nerves?" "I don't know. He was all right when I left." "Well, it's nothing I've said," said Ronny reassuringly. "I never even spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sor... | A Passage To India |
"Thanks so much: what was that?" | Cyril Fielding | bar, and upon the subdominant.<|quote|>"Thanks so much: what was that?"</|quote|>asked Fielding. "I will explain | begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant.<|quote|>"Thanks so much: what was that?"</|quote|>asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a | whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant.<|quote|>"Thanks so much: wh... | seemed rhythm, at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who w... | Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay."... | and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So... | seat, "Come along up and join us, Mr. Heaslop; sit down till your mother turns up." Ronny replied by ordering one of Fielding's servants to fetch his master at once. "He may not understand that. Allow me" Aziz repeated the order idiomatically. Ronny was tempted to retort; he knew the type; he knew all the types, and th... | and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So... | A Passage To India |
asked Fielding. | No speaker | so much: what was that?"<|quote|>asked Fielding.</|quote|>"I will explain in detail. | and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?"<|quote|>asked Fielding.</|quote|>"I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. | who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?"<|quote|>asked Fielding.</|... | the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came n... | and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," ... | catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every ... | us, Mr. Heaslop; sit down till your mother turns up." Ronny replied by ordering one of Fielding's servants to fetch his master at once. "He may not understand that. Allow me" Aziz repeated the order idiomatically. Ronny was tempted to retort; he knew the type; he knew all the types, and this was the spoilt Westernized.... | much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll ... | A Passage To India |
"I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," | Professor Godbole | what was that?" asked Fielding.<|quote|>"I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna,"</|quote|>Come! come to me only.' | the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding.<|quote|>"I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna,"</|quote|>Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. | gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding.<|quote|>"I will ex... | of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of t... | to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she conti... | "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wr... | Heaslop; sit down till your mother turns up." Ronny replied by ordering one of Fielding's servants to fetch his master at once. "He may not understand that. Allow me" Aziz repeated the order idiomatically. Ronny was tempted to retort; he knew the type; he knew all the types, and this was the spoilt Westernized. But he ... | won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Sc... | A Passage To India |
Come! come to me only.' | No speaker | I say to Shri Krishna,"<|quote|>Come! come to me only.'</|quote|>"The god refuses to come. | the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna,"<|quote|>Come! come to me only.'</|quote|>"The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" | a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna,"<|quote|>Come! come to me only.'</|quote|>"The... | none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually ... | a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing." "I may sing now," he replied, and did. His thin voice r... | to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or a... | not understand that. Allow me" Aziz repeated the order idiomatically. Ronny was tempted to retort; he knew the type; he knew all the types, and this was the spoilt Westernized. But he was a servant of the Government, it was his job to avoid "incidents," so he said nothing, and ignored the provocation that Aziz continue... | see, you can't see. . . . Can't you see that fellow's a bounder?" Aziz flamboyant, was patronizing Mrs. Moore. "He isn't a bounder," protested Fielding. "His nerves are on edge, that's all." "What should have upset his precious nerves?" "I don't know. He was all right when I left." "Well, it's nothing I've said," said ... | A Passage To India |
"The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" | Professor Godbole | Come! come to me only.'<|quote|>"The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:"</|quote|>Do not come to me | I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.'<|quote|>"The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:"</|quote|>Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a | as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.'<|quote|>"The god refuses to come. I grow humble... | song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently h... | ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing." "I may sing now," he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave out one so... | We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fieldi... | Aziz repeated the order idiomatically. Ronny was tempted to retort; he knew the type; he knew all the types, and this was the spoilt Westernized. But he was a servant of the Government, it was his job to avoid "incidents," so he said nothing, and ignored the provocation that Aziz continued to offer. Aziz was provocativ... | to have left Miss Quested alone." "I'm sorry, what's up?" replied Fielding, also trying to be genial. "Well . . . I'm the sun-dried bureaucrat, no doubt; still, I don't like to see an English girl left smoking with two Indians." "She stopped, as she smokes, by her own wish, old man." "Yes, that's all right in England."... | A Passage To India |
Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' | No speaker | I grow humble and say:"<|quote|>Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.'</|quote|>"He refuses to come. This | "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:"<|quote|>Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.'</|quote|>"He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The | upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:"<|quote|>Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself ... | They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so mu... | added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing." "I may sing now," he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave out one sound after another. At times there seemed rhythm... | all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranqu... | he knew the type; he knew all the types, and this was the spoilt Westernized. But he was a servant of the Government, it was his job to avoid "incidents," so he said nothing, and ignored the provocation that Aziz continued to offer. Aziz was provocative. Everything he said had an impertinent flavour or jarred. His wing... | him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe over." "Fielding . . . don't think I'm taking it badly, or anything of that sort. . . . I suppose you won't come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been ... | A Passage To India |
"He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." | Professor Godbole | the Universe, come to me.'<|quote|>"He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening."</|quote|>"But He comes in some | but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.'<|quote|>"He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening."</|quote|>"But He comes in some other song, I hope?" said | to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.'<|quote|>"He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The s... | and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The... | may sing now," he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave out one sound after another. At times there seemed rhythm, at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the... | from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mr... | said nothing, and ignored the provocation that Aziz continued to offer. Aziz was provocative. Everything he said had an impertinent flavour or jarred. His wings were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle. He did not mean to be impertinent to Mr. Heaslop, who had never done him harm, but here was an Anglo-I... | thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch moor or an Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of... | A Passage To India |
"But He comes in some other song, I hope?" | Mrs. Moore | hour, which is the evening."<|quote|>"But He comes in some other song, I hope?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore gently. "Oh | raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening."<|quote|>"But He comes in some other song, I hope?"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore gently. "Oh no, he refuses to come," | yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening."<|quote|>"But He comes in some other song, I hope?"<... | was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of m... | there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chest... | of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each ot... | were failing, but he refused to fall without a struggle. He did not mean to be impertinent to Mr. Heaslop, who had never done him harm, but here was an Anglo-Indian who must become a man before comfort could be regained. He did not mean to be greasily confidential to Miss Quested, only to enlist her support; nor to be ... | draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr.... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Moore gently. | No speaker | some other song, I hope?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore gently.</|quote|>"Oh no, he refuses to | evening." "But He comes in some other song, I hope?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore gently.</|quote|>"Oh no, he refuses to come," repeated Godbole, perhaps not | to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "But He comes in some other song, I hope?"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore gently.</|quote|>"Oh no, he refus... | It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe,... | the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted ... | or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much.... | struggle. He did not mean to be impertinent to Mr. Heaslop, who had never done him harm, but here was an Anglo-Indian who must become a man before comfort could be regained. He did not mean to be greasily confidential to Miss Quested, only to enlist her support; nor to be loud and jolly towards Professor Godbole. A str... | voice rose, and gave out one sound after another. At times there seemed rhythm, at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants u... | A Passage To India |
"Oh no, he refuses to come," | Professor Godbole | hope?" said Mrs. Moore gently.<|quote|>"Oh no, he refuses to come,"</|quote|>repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding | in some other song, I hope?" said Mrs. Moore gently.<|quote|>"Oh no, he refuses to come,"</|quote|>repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question. "I say to | hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "But He comes in some other song, I hope?" said Mrs. Moore gently.<|quote|>"Oh no, he refuses to come,"</|quote|>r... | song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He r... | soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his ... | up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buil... | mean to be impertinent to Mr. Heaslop, who had never done him harm, but here was an Anglo-Indian who must become a man before comfort could be regained. He did not mean to be greasily confidential to Miss Quested, only to enlist her support; nor to be loud and jolly towards Professor Godbole. A strange quartette he flu... | can't see. . . . Can't you see that fellow's a bounder?" Aziz flamboyant, was patronizing Mrs. Moore. "He isn't a bounder," protested Fielding. "His nerves are on edge, that's all." "What should have upset his precious nerves?" "I don't know. He was all right when I left." "Well, it's nothing I've said," said Ronny rea... | A Passage To India |
repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question. | No speaker | no, he refuses to come,"<|quote|>repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question.</|quote|>"I say to Him, Come, | said Mrs. Moore gently. "Oh no, he refuses to come,"<|quote|>repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question.</|quote|>"I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. | of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "But He comes in some other song, I hope?" said Mrs. Moore gently. "Oh no, he refuses to come,"<|quote|>repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding he... | position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repea... | in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds contin... | do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "... | Heaslop, who had never done him harm, but here was an Anglo-Indian who must become a man before comfort could be regained. He did not mean to be greasily confidential to Miss Quested, only to enlist her support; nor to be loud and jolly towards Professor Godbole. A strange quartette he fluttering to the ground, she puz... | come on to the polo with us? We should all be delighted." "I'm afraid I can't, thanks all the same. I'm awfully sorry you feel I've been remiss. I didn't mean to be." So the leave-taking began. Every one was cross or wretched. It was as if irritation exuded from the very soil. Could one have been so petty on a Scotch m... | A Passage To India |
"I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come." | Professor Godbole | perhaps not understanding her question.<|quote|>"I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come."</|quote|>Ronny's steps had died away, | refuses to come," repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question.<|quote|>"I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come."</|quote|>Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment | refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "But He comes in some other song, I hope?" said Mrs. Moore gently. "Oh no, he refuses to come," repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question.<|quote|>"I say to Him, Come, c... | Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is comp... | or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few momen... | all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interest... | but here was an Anglo-Indian who must become a man before comfort could be regained. He did not mean to be greasily confidential to Miss Quested, only to enlist her support; nor to be loud and jolly towards Professor Godbole. A strange quartette he fluttering to the ground, she puzzled by the sudden ugliness, Ronny fum... | a bounder," protested Fielding. "His nerves are on edge, that's all." "What should have upset his precious nerves?" "I don't know. He was all right when I left." "Well, it's nothing I've said," said Ronny reassuringly. "I never even spoke to him." "Oh well, come along now, and take your ladies away; the catastrophe ove... | A Passage To India |
Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never ad... | No speaker | come. He neglects to come."<|quote|>Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of... | Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come."<|quote|>Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife... | raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "But He comes in some other song, I hope?" said Mrs. Moore gently. "Oh no, he refuses to come," repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question. "I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come."<|quote|>Ronny's steps had died a... | humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "... | servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the su... | and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-by... | regained. He did not mean to be greasily confidential to Miss Quested, only to enlist her support; nor to be loud and jolly towards Professor Godbole. A strange quartette he fluttering to the ground, she puzzled by the sudden ugliness, Ronny fuming, the Brahman observing all three, but with downcast eyes and hands fold... | Italian alp? Fielding wondered afterwards. There seemed no reserve of tranquillity to draw upon in India. Either none, or else tranquillity swallowed up everything, as it appeared to do for Professor Godbole. Here was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both de... | A Passage To India |
"What was that about caves?" | Ronny Heaslop | him on the front seat,<|quote|>"What was that about caves?"</|quote|>and she promptly opened fire. | his mother, who was with him on the front seat,<|quote|>"What was that about caves?"</|quote|>and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor | herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat,<|quote|>"What was that about caves?"</|quote|>and she p... | that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at ... | fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons,... | her question. "I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come." Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before de... | was Aziz all shoddy and odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an... | stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he s... | A Passage To India |
and she promptly opened fire. | No speaker | "What was that about caves?"<|quote|>and she promptly opened fire.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor | him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?"<|quote|>and she promptly opened fire.</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, | opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?"<|quote|>and she promptly opened fire.</|quote|>"Mrs. ... | How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt c... | a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one ... | Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come." Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. I... | odious, Mrs. Moore and Miss Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. ... | subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't ha... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." | Adela Quested | and she promptly opened fire.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party."</|quote|>"Out where?" asked Ronny. "The | "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party."</|quote|>"Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Wel... | him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire.<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has d... | at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they wer... | presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country bu... | come, come. He neglects to come." Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of h... | Quested both silly, and he himself and Heaslop both decorous on the surface, but detestable really, and detesting each other. "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding, and thank you so much. . . . What lovely College buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quest... | minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was never the relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, sh... | A Passage To India |
"Out where?" | Ronny Heaslop | Godbole exactly the same party."<|quote|>"Out where?"</|quote|>asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." | you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party."<|quote|>"Out where?"</|quote|>asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured | with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party."<|quote|>"Out where?"</|quote|>asked Ronn... | much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about ca... | Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but... | Ronny well in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing... | buildings!" "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget thos... | needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was never the relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, she was reminded that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a par... | A Passage To India |
asked Ronny. | No speaker | the same party." "Out where?"<|quote|>asked Ronny.</|quote|>"The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm | Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?"<|quote|>asked Ronny.</|quote|>"The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a | on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?"<|quote|>asked Ronny.</|quote|>"The M... | it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" an... | stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got ... | in England, she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the min... | Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'l... | to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "But He comes in some other song, I hope?" said Mrs. Moore gently. "Oh no, he refuses to come," repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question. "I say to Him, Come, come, come, come,... | A Passage To India |
"The Marabar Caves." | Adela Quested | party." "Out where?" asked Ronny.<|quote|>"The Marabar Caves."</|quote|>"Well, I'm blessed," he murmured | Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny.<|quote|>"The Marabar Caves."</|quote|>"Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he | front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny.<|quote|>"The Marabar Caves."</... | directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she p... | higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves.... | she felt well advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fe... | "Good-bye, Mr. Fielding. Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the who... | The point she made was never the relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, she was reminded that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a part... | A Passage To India |
"Well, I'm blessed," | Ronny Heaslop | asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves."<|quote|>"Well, I'm blessed,"</|quote|>he murmured after a pause. | the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves."<|quote|>"Well, I'm blessed,"</|quote|>he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any | was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves."<|quote|>"Well, I'm blessed,... | She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs.... | knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had... | advised to visit him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more ce... | Such an interesting afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "... | come," repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question. "I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come." Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in En... | A Passage To India |
he murmured after a pause. | No speaker | Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed,"<|quote|>he murmured after a pause.</|quote|>"Did he descend to any | "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed,"<|quote|>he murmured after a pause.</|quote|>"Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If | caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed,"<|quote|>he murmured a... | an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your de... | Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's ... | him before deciding to be his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was... | afternoon. . . ." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Insp... | Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question. "I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come." Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt ... | A Passage To India |
"Did he descend to any details?" | Ronny Heaslop | he murmured after a pause.<|quote|>"Did he descend to any details?"</|quote|>"He did not. If you | Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause.<|quote|>"Did he descend to any details?"</|quote|>"He did not. If you had spoken to him, we | fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause.<|quote|>"Did he descend to... | at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decide... | been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking of... | his wife. India had developed sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that ... | Miss Quested." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final ... | sides of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matt... | A Passage To India |
"He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." | Adela Quested | he descend to any details?"<|quote|>"He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them."</|quote|>He shook his head laughing. | murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?"<|quote|>"He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them."</|quote|>He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" | has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?"<|quote|>"He did not. If you had spo... | cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of ... | country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the ha... | of his character that she had never admired. His self-complacency, his censoriousness, his lack of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. Wh... | Mrs. Moore." "Good-bye, Dr. Aziz." "Good-bye, Miss Quested." He pumped her hand up and down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India ... | more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was never the... | A Passage To India |
He shook his head laughing. | No speaker | we could have arranged them."<|quote|>He shook his head laughing.</|quote|>"Have I said anything funny?" | you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them."<|quote|>He shook his head laughing.</|quote|>"Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how | to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them."<|quote|>He shook his head laugh... | scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, P... | claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and sh... | of subtlety, all grew vivid beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't... | down to show that he felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she ... | Moore gently. "Oh no, he refuses to come," repeated Godbole, perhaps not understanding her question. "I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come." Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Mis... | A Passage To India |
"Have I said anything funny?" | Adela Quested | He shook his head laughing.<|quote|>"Have I said anything funny?"</|quote|>"I was only thinking how | we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing.<|quote|>"Have I said anything funny?"</|quote|>"I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed | you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing.<|quote|>"Have I said anyt... | before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same ... | It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much o... | beneath a tropic sky; he seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. ... | felt at ease. "You'll jolly jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly a... | country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the ha... | A Passage To India |
"I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." | Ronny Heaslop | "Have I said anything funny?"<|quote|>"I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck."</|quote|>"I thought you were discussing | He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?"<|quote|>"I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck."</|quote|>"I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. | Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?"<|quote|>"I was only thinking how... | to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" aske... | of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against ... | seemed more indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was ne... | jolly well not forget those caves, won't you? I'll fix the whole show up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we ne... | who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and wa... | A Passage To India |
"I thought you were discussing the caves." | Adela Quested | collar climbed up his neck."<|quote|>"I thought you were discussing the caves."</|quote|>"So I am. Aziz was | thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck."<|quote|>"I thought you were discussing the caves."</|quote|>"So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to | I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck."<|quote|>"I thought you were discussing the ca... | that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmure... | on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and ... | of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was never the relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, she was ... | up in a jiffy." "Thank you. . ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing." "I may sing now," he replied, and did. His thin v... | understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wishe... | A Passage To India |
"So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a... | Ronny Heaslop | you were discussing the caves."<|quote|>"So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at ... | up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves."<|quote|>"So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as i... | "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves."<|quote|>"So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dres... | fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any det... | been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and the... | was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was never the relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, she was reminded that he had expert knowledge... | ." Inspired by the devil to a final effort, he added, "What a shame you leave India so soon! Oh, do reconsider your decision, do stay." "Good-bye, Professor Godbole," she continued, suddenly agitated. "It's a shame we never heard you sing." "I may sing now," he replied, and did. His thin voice rose, and gave out one so... | not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could co... | A Passage To India |
"Have you been to them?" | Adela Quested | a station and each other."<|quote|>"Have you been to them?"</|quote|>"No, but I know all | Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other."<|quote|>"Have you been to them?"</|quote|>"No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" | spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other."<|quote|>"Have you been to them... | you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back... | were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house... | experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country c... | At times there seemed rhythm, at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another... | she was reminded that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the... | A Passage To India |
"No, but I know all about them, naturally." | Ronny Heaslop | "Have you been to them?"<|quote|>"No, but I know all about them, naturally."</|quote|>"Oh naturally!" "Are you too | a station and each other." "Have you been to them?"<|quote|>"No, but I know all about them, naturally."</|quote|>"Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" | his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?"<|quote|>"No, but I know all about... | we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there... | opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him ou... | because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only tra... | at times there was the illusion of a Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering wa... | twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song!... | A Passage To India |
"Oh naturally!" | Adela Quested | know all about them, naturally."<|quote|>"Oh naturally!"</|quote|>"Are you too pledged to | to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally."<|quote|>"Oh naturally!"</|quote|>"Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is | Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally."<|quote|>"Oh naturally!"</|quote|>"... | head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention ... | College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole e... | School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, f... | Western melody. But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the ta... | who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and wa... | A Passage To India |
"Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" | Ronny Heaslop | about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!"<|quote|>"Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?"</|quote|>"Mother is pledged to nothing," | "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!"<|quote|>"Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?"</|quote|>"Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. | over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!"<|quote|>"Are you too pledged ... | "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the ... | before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same ... | University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course ab... | But the ear, baffled repeatedly, soon lost any clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips par... | perhaps not understanding her question. "I say to Him, Come, come, come, come, come, come. He neglects to come." Ronny's steps had died away, and there was a moment of absolute silence. No ripple disturbed the water, no leaf stirred. CHAPTER VIII Although Miss Quested had known Ronny well in England, she felt well advi... | A Passage To India |
"Mother is pledged to nothing," | Mrs. Moore | pledged to this expedition, mother?"<|quote|>"Mother is pledged to nothing,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. | "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?"<|quote|>"Mother is pledged to nothing,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. | reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?"<|quote|>"Mother is pledged to nothing,"... | thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the rac... | who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The M... | sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of k... | clue, and wandered in a maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue... | it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" an... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. | No speaker | "Mother is pledged to nothing,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly.</|quote|>"Certainly not to this polo. | pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly.</|quote|>"Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to | meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpec... | collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the cav... | the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well... | particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by ... | maze of noises, none harsh or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued a... | at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they wer... | A Passage To India |
"Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." | Mrs. Moore | said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly.<|quote|>"Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest."</|quote|>"Drop me too," said Adela. | "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly.<|quote|>"Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest."</|quote|>"Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch | if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly.<|quote|>"Certainly not ... | "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock ... | that about caves?" and she promptly opened fire. "Mrs. Moore, your delightful doctor has decided on a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmure... | a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had b... | or unpleasant, none intelligible. It was the song of an unknown bird. Only the servants understood it. They began to whisper to one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few momen... | experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country c... | A Passage To India |
"Drop me too," | Adela Quested | please? I prefer to rest."<|quote|>"Drop me too,"</|quote|>said Adela. "I don't want | first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest."<|quote|>"Drop me too,"</|quote|>said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm | "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest."<|quote|>"Drop me too,"</... | his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, n... | in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook h... | in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extra... | one another. The man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked... | When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was never the relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, she was reminded that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because s... | A Passage To India |
said Adela. | No speaker | to rest." "Drop me too,"<|quote|>said Adela.</|quote|>"I don't want to watch | me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too,"<|quote|>said Adela.</|quote|>"I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler | know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too,"<|quote|>said Adela.<... | and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh natural... | we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughi... | can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; sh... | man who was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I wil... | Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's ... | A Passage To India |
"I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." | Adela Quested | "Drop me too," said Adela.<|quote|>"I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure."</|quote|>"Simpler to drop the polo," | please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela.<|quote|>"I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure."</|quote|>"Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, | about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela.<|quote|>"I don't ... | you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are ... | to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Ha... | understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wishe... | was gathering water chestnut came naked out of the tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explai... | of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in ... | A Passage To India |
"Simpler to drop the polo," | Ronny Heaslop | watch polo either, I'm sure."<|quote|>"Simpler to drop the polo,"</|quote|>said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, | Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure."<|quote|>"Simpler to drop the polo,"</|quote|>said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and | to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure."<|quote|>"Simpler to drop the po... | the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother ... | Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking h... | to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official... | tank, his lips parted with delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myse... | indifferent than of old to what was passing in the minds of his fellows, more certain that he was right about them or that if he was wrong it didn't matter. When proved wrong, he was particularly exasperating; he always managed to suggest that she needn't have bothered to prove it. The point she made was never the rele... | A Passage To India |
said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, | No speaker | "Simpler to drop the polo,"<|quote|>said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice,</|quote|>"I won't have you messing | watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo,"<|quote|>said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice,</|quote|>"I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! | is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo,"<|quote|>said Ronny. Tired and disappoint... | the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore... | party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climb... | above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfec... | delight, disclosing his scarlet tongue. The sounds continued and ceased after a few moments as casually as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a mil... | he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, ... | A Passage To India |
"I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." | Ronny Heaslop | in a loud lecturing voice,<|quote|>"I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices."</|quote|>"I've never heard of these | quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice,<|quote|>"I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices."</|quote|>"I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what | drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice,<|quote|>"I won't have you messing about... | Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bun... | "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, fro... | been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking of... | as they had begun apparently half through a bar, and upon the subdominant. "Thanks so much: what was that?" asked Fielding. "I will explain in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say... | a picnic, instead of a party in his house; we are to meet him out there you, myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could ha... | A Passage To India |
"I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," | Mrs. Moore | you'll go under British auspices."<|quote|>"I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, "but I | go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices."<|quote|>"I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are,"</|quote|>said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped | watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices."<|quote|>"I've never heard of th... | naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure.... | laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to de... | would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that... | in detail. It was a religious song. I placed myself in the position of a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of th... | to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official... | A Passage To India |
said Mrs. Moore, | No speaker | what or where they are,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore,</|quote|>"but I really can't have" | these caves, I don't know what or where they are,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore,</|quote|>"but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside | disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are,"<|quote|>said Mrs. Moore,</|quote|>"but ... | said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, ... | collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the cav... | perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity... | a milkmaiden. I say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several ... | who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and wa... | A Passage To India |
"but I really can't have" | Mrs. Moore | they are," said Mrs. Moore,<|quote|>"but I really can't have"</|quote|>she tapped the cushion beside | don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore,<|quote|>"but I really can't have"</|quote|>she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and | lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore,<|quote|>"but I really can't have"</|quote|>sh... | rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a lo... | his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were... | that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at ... | say to Shri Krishna," Come! come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song ... | the relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, she was reminded that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from ... | A Passage To India |
she tapped the cushion beside her | No speaker | "but I really can't have"<|quote|>she tapped the cushion beside her</|quote|>"so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" | they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have"<|quote|>she tapped the cushion beside her</|quote|>"so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. | a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have"<|quote|>she tapped the cushion beside her</|quote|>... | this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you m... | were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cros... | How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt c... | come to me only.' "The god refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga approp... | that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by... | A Passage To India |
"so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" | Mrs. Moore | tapped the cushion beside her<|quote|>"so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!"</|quote|>The young people were ashamed. | I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her<|quote|>"so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!"</|quote|>The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the | have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her<|quote|>"so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!"</|... | to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any... | am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a stati... | Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were b... | refuses to come. I grow humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, ... | Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but... | A Passage To India |
The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't li... | No speaker | "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!"<|quote|>The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested wa... | tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!"<|quote|>The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom ... | Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!"<|quote|>The young people were ashamed.... | drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to... | from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been... | and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon... | humble and say:" Do not come to me only. Multiply yourself into a hundred Krishnas, and let one go to each of my hundred companions, but one, O Lord of the Universe, come to me.' "He refuses to come. This is repeated several times. The song is composed in a raga appropriate to the present hour, which is the evening." "... | could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified b... | A Passage To India |
"We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." | Adela Quested | of herself the undigested remark:<|quote|>"We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"My temper's rotten, I must | her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark:<|quote|>"We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid."</|quote|>"My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I | the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark:<|quote|>"We must have a thorough talk, Ronn... | so dear to her principles and temperament had been postponed until too late. There seemed no point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was ... | the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mix... | the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly... | relevant point, her arguments conclusive but barren, she was reminded that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a ho... | drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a... | A Passage To India |
"My temper's rotten, I must apologize," | Ronny Heaslop | thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"My temper's rotten, I must apologize,"</|quote|>was his reply. "I didn't | remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"My temper's rotten, I must apologize,"</|quote|>was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and | declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid."<|quote|>"My temper's rotten, I must apologize,... | postponed until too late. There seemed no point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a prem... | the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mixed company that she didn't mean to stop in India. Which meant that ... | Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to... | reminded that he had expert knowledge and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only tr... | "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they co... | A Passage To India |
was his reply. | No speaker | temper's rotten, I must apologize,"<|quote|>was his reply.</|quote|>"I didn't mean to order | talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize,"<|quote|>was his reply.</|quote|>"I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but | held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize,"<|quote|>was his reply.</|quote|>"I did... | no point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from... | over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mixed company that she didn't mean to stop in India. Which meant that she wouldn't marry Ronny: but what ... | a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there,... | and she none, and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who re... | humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about ma... | A Passage To India |
"I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." | Ronny Heaslop | must apologize," was his reply.<|quote|>"I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening."</|quote|>"It's nothing to do with | afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply.<|quote|>"I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening."</|quote|>"It's nothing to do with them that I . . | of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply.<|quote|>"I didn't mean to order you and mo... | being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governi... | behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mixed company that she didn't mean to stop in India. Which meant that she wouldn't marry Ronny: but what a way to anno... | each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I pre... | and that experience would not help her because she could not interpret it. A Public School, London University, a year at a crammer's, a particular sequence of posts in a particular province, a fall from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their ... | Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and a... | A Passage To India |
"It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." | Adela Quested | of thing to keep happening."<|quote|>"It's nothing to do with them that I . . ."</|quote|>"No, but Aziz would make | I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening."<|quote|>"It's nothing to do with them that I . . ."</|quote|>"No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the | have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening."<|quote|>"It's nothing to do with them that I .... | of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My t... | mixed company that she didn't mean to stop in India. Which meant that she wouldn't marry Ronny: but what a way to announce it, what a way for a civilized girl to behave! She owed him an explanation, but unfortunately there was nothing to explain. The "thorough talk" so dear to her principles and temperament had been po... | unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lect... | from a horse and a touch of fever were presented to her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who ... | this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you m... | A Passage To India |
"No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." | Ronny Heaslop | that I . . ."<|quote|>"No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant."</|quote|>"It's something very different, nothing | nothing to do with them that I . . ."<|quote|>"No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant."</|quote|>"It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that | must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ."<|quote|>"No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves... | the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mea... | meant that she wouldn't marry Ronny: but what a way to announce it, what a way for a civilized girl to behave! She owed him an explanation, but unfortunately there was nothing to explain. The "thorough talk" so dear to her principles and temperament had been postponed until too late. There seemed no point in being disa... | the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any mo... | her as the only training by which Indians and all who reside in their country can be understood; the only training she could comprehend, that is to say, for of course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and ... | mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and d... | A Passage To India |
"It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." | Adela Quested | their way of being pleasant."<|quote|>"It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you."</|quote|>She gazed at the colourless | by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant."<|quote|>"It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you."</|quote|>She gazed at the colourless grass. "I've finally decided we | don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant."<|quote|>"It's something very different, nothing to do with cav... | forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happ... | was nothing to explain. The "thorough talk" so dear to her principles and temperament had been postponed until too late. There seemed no point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near th... | polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. ... | course above Ronny there stretched the higher realms of knowledge, inhabited by Callendars and Turtons, who had been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not... | it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mixed company that she didn't mean to stop in India. Which meant that she wouldn't marry Ronny: but what a way to announce it, what a way for a c... | A Passage To India |
She gazed at the colourless grass. | No speaker | to talk over with you."<|quote|>She gazed at the colourless grass.</|quote|>"I've finally decided we are | with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you."<|quote|>She gazed at the colourless grass.</|quote|>"I've finally decided we are not going to be married, | . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you."<|quote|>She gazed at the colourless grass.</|quote|>"... | temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle ove... | until too late. There seemed no point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of... | "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" T... | been not one year in the country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking of... | this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you m... | A Passage To India |
"I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy." | Adela Quested | gazed at the colourless grass.<|quote|>"I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy."</|quote|>The news hurt Ronny very | talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass.<|quote|>"I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy."</|quote|>The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz | would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass.<|quote|>"I've finally decided we are no... | his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the inv... | point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from th... | with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. Th... | country but twenty and whose instincts were superhuman. For himself he made no extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the ha... | I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you... | A Passage To India |
The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, | No speaker | be married, my dear boy."<|quote|>The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently,</|quote... | we are not going to be married, my dear boy."<|quote|>The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and ... | invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass. "I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy."<|quote|>The news hurt Ronny very much. He ... | course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being... | at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own,... | you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the pol... | extravagant claims; she wished he would. It was the qualified bray of the callow official, the "I am not perfect, but " that got on her nerves. How gross he had been at Mr. Fielding's spoiling the talk and walking off in the middle of the haunting song! As he drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbear... | and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mixed company that she didn't mean to stop in India. Which meant that she wouldn't marry Ronny: but what a way to announce it, what a way for a civilized girl to behave! She owed him an explanati... | A Passage To India |
"You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." | Ronny Heaslop | controlled himself and said gently,<|quote|>"You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you."</|quote|>She felt ashamed. How decent | between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently,<|quote|>"You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you."</|quote|>She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force | The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently,<|quote|>"You never said we should marry, ... | invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass. "I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy." The news hurt Ronny very much. He had hear... | distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down thi... | drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a... | drove them away in the tum-tum, her irritation became unbearable, and she did not realize that much of it was directed against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds befo... | and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can'... | A Passage To India |
She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the Eng... | No speaker | don't let this upset you."<|quote|>She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred... | bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you."<|quote|>She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first... | paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you."<|quote|>She felt ashamed. How decent ... | with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass. "I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy." The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that a... | "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I ... | the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mix... | against herself. She longed for an opportunity to fly out at him, and since he felt cross too, and they were both in India, an opportunity soon occurred. They had scarcely left the College grounds before she heard him say to his mother, who was with him on the front seat, "What was that about caves?" and she promptly o... | a talk about mangoes, remarked to mixed company that she didn't mean to stop in India. Which meant that she wouldn't marry Ronny: but what a way to announce it, what a way for a civilized girl to behave! She owed him an explanation, but unfortunately there was nothing to explain. The "thorough talk" so dear to her prin... | A Passage To India |
"But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both." | Adela Quested | like a dream. She said,<|quote|>"But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both."</|quote|>His manner was unhappy and | Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said,<|quote|>"But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both."</|quote|>His manner was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe | this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said,<|quote|>"But let us discuss things; it's a... | dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together a... | it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass. "I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy." The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not retu... | owed him an explanation, but unfortunately there was nothing to explain. The "thorough talk" so dear to her principles and temperament had been postponed until too late. There seemed no point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening... | myself, Mr. Fielding, Professor Godbole exactly the same party." "Out where?" asked Ronny. "The Marabar Caves." "Well, I'm blessed," he murmured after a pause. "Did he descend to any details?" "He did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" ... | of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remarked to mixed company tha... | A Passage To India |
His manner was unhappy and reserved. | No speaker | it might help us both."<|quote|>His manner was unhappy and reserved.</|quote|>"I don't much believe in | point of view about me it might help us both."<|quote|>His manner was unhappy and reserved.</|quote|>"I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so | been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both."<|quote|>His manner was unhappy and reserved.</|quo... | not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer.... | finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy." The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled hims... | in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the gove... | did not. If you had spoken to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgot... | mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell... | A Passage To India |
"I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." | Ronny Heaslop | manner was unhappy and reserved.<|quote|>"I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me."</|quote|>"I only want everything to | might help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved.<|quote|>"I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me."</|quote|>"I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, | will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved.<|quote|>"I don't much believe in this discussing ... | because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It se... | to be married, my dear boy." The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never s... | formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, an... | to him, we could have arranged them." He shook his head laughing. "Have I said anything funny?" "I was only thinking how the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, a... | owed him an explanation, but unfortunately there was nothing to explain. The "thorough talk" so dear to her principles and temperament had been postponed until too late. There seemed no point in being disagreeable to him and formulating her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening... | A Passage To India |
"I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." | Adela Quested | bringing, if you'll excuse me."<|quote|>"I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct."</|quote|>"But I haven't got any | all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me."<|quote|>"I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct."</|quote|>"But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your | important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me."<|quote|>"I only want everything to be abs... | meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps.... | to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt asha... | place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a th... | the worthy doctor's collar climbed up his neck." "I thought you were discussing the caves." "So I am. Aziz was exquisitely dressed, from tie-pin to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly,... | . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark... | A Passage To India |
"But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." | Ronny Heaslop | to me on my conduct."<|quote|>"But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam."</|quote|>He felt angry and bruised; | questions you care to put to me on my conduct."<|quote|>"But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam."</|quote|>He felt angry and bruis... | was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct."<|quote|>"But I haven't got any question... | painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe i... | between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believ... | night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about,... | to spats, but he had forgotten his back collar-stud, and there you have the Indian all over: inattention to detail; the fundamental slackness that reveals the race. Similarly, to meet' in the caves as if they were the clock at Charing Cross, when they're miles from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "N... | let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something ve... | A Passage To India |
He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. | No speaker | should only get up steam."<|quote|>He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind.</|quote|>"I suppose that there is | no use talking further we should only get up steam."<|quote|>He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind.</|quote|>"I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of | to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam."<|quote|>He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her b... | help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven'... | throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more pai... | apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant no... | from a station and each other." "Have you been to them?" "No, but I know all about them, naturally." "Oh naturally!" "Are you too pledged to this expedition, mother?" "Mother is pledged to nothing," said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me t... | was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want th... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother," | Adela Quested | he had a generous mind.<|quote|>"I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested heavily, and | where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind.<|quote|>"I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree | an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind.<|quote|>"I suppose that there is nothing else; i... | everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we sho... | occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hea... | thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over w... | said Mrs. Moore, rather unexpectedly. "Certainly not to this polo. Will you drive up to the bungalow first, and drop me there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, ... | together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we m... | A Passage To India |
said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. | No speaker | your mother all this bother,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. ... | to have given you and your mother all this bother,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and p... | he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned u... | "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider t... | painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe i... | similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass. "I've finally decided we are not going to be married, m... | there, please? I prefer to rest." "Drop me too," said Adela. "I don't want to watch polo either, I'm sure." "Simpler to drop the polo," said Ronny. Tired and disappointed, he quite lost self-control, and added in a loud lecturing voice, "I won't have you messing about with Indians any more! If you want to go to the Mar... | you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I could tell by his voice; it's just their way of being pleasant." "It's something very d... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, nothing else," | Adela Quested | bed. Some Indian wild bird.<|quote|>"Yes, nothing else,"</|quote|>she repeated, feeling that a | and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird.<|quote|>"Yes, nothing else,"</|quote|>she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought | the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird.<|quote|>"Yes, nothing else,"</|quote|>she repeated, feeling ... | but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother," said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sittin... | in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right... | dear boy." The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marr... | Marabar Caves, you'll go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on toge... | hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you... | A Passage To India |
she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. | No speaker | wild bird. "Yes, nothing else,"<|quote|>she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them.</|quote|>"We've been awfully British over | go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else,"<|quote|>she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them.</|quote|>"We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's | which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else,"<|quote|>she repeated, feeling that a profound and passio... | not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother," said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little... | besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and ha... | news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl... | go under British auspices." "I've never heard of these caves, I don't know what or where they are," said Mrs. Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feel... | of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let... | A Passage To India |
"We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." | Adela Quested | one or both of them.<|quote|>"We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right."</|quote|>"As we are British, I | to have been delivered by one or both of them.<|quote|>"We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right."</|quote|>"As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've | straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them.<|quote|>"We've been awfully British over it, but I supp... | that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother," said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her ey... | be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get u... | paid no attention to the remark, for he never dreamt that an Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! ... | Moore, "but I really can't have" she tapped the cushion beside her "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit re... | let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse... | A Passage To India |
"As we are British, I suppose it is." | Ronny Heaslop | I suppose that's all right."<|quote|>"As we are British, I suppose it is."</|quote|>"Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." | awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right."<|quote|>"As we are British, I suppose it is."</|quote|>"Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been | own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right."<|quote|>"As we are British, I suppose it is... | you and your mother all this bother," said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. ... | to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her ba... | Indian could be a channel of communication between two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not pres... | "so much quarrelling and tiresomeness!" The young people were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinki... | pleasant." "It's something very different, nothing to do with caves, that I wanted to talk over with you." She gazed at the colourless grass. "I've finally decided we are not going to be married, my dear boy." The news hurt Ronny very much. He had heard Aziz announce that she would not return to the country, but had pa... | A Passage To India |
"Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." | Adela Quested | British, I suppose it is."<|quote|>"Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny."</|quote|>"Oh, that would have been | all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is."<|quote|>"Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny."</|quote|>"Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we | go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is."<|quote|>"Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny.... | Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else,"... | I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that s... | two English people. He controlled himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like... | were ashamed. They dropped her at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Ins... | "I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" | Ronny Heaslop | "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny."<|quote|>"Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?"</|quote|>"I think we shall keep | British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny."<|quote|>"Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?"</|quote|>"I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." | wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny."<|quote|>"Oh, that would have ... | up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a prof... | You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because... | himself and said gently, "You never said we should marry, my dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of perso... | at the bungalow and drove on together to the polo, feeling it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and hers... | you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it... | A Passage To India |
"I think we shall keep friends." | Adela Quested | absurd. Why should we quarrel?"<|quote|>"I think we shall keep friends."</|quote|>"I know we shall." "Quite | that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?"<|quote|>"I think we shall keep friends."</|quote|>"I know we shall." "Quite so." As soon as they | and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?"<|quote|>"I think we shall keep friend... | green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered b... | out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. ... | dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together a... | it was the least they could do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, sh... | dear girl; you never bound either yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together a... | A Passage To India |
"I know we shall." | Ronny Heaslop | think we shall keep friends."<|quote|>"I know we shall."</|quote|>"Quite so." As soon as | Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends."<|quote|>"I know we shall."</|quote|>"Quite so." As soon as they had exchanged this admission, | been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends."<|quote|>"I know we shall."</|quote|>"Qui... | brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've bee... | me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there i... | yourself or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had o... | do. Their crackling bad humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the c... | to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised;... | A Passage To India |
"Quite so." | Adela Quested | friends." "I know we shall."<|quote|>"Quite so."</|quote|>As soon as they had | "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall."<|quote|>"Quite so."</|quote|>As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave | or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall."<|quote|>"Quite so."</|quote|>As soon as the... | it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over i... | it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it... | let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the gra... | humour left them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about ma... | didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitation, I cou... | A Passage To India |
As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave of relief passed through them both, and then transformed itself into a wave of tenderness, and passed back. They were softened by their own honesty, and began to feel lonely and unwise. Experiences, not character, divided them; they were not dissimilar, as humans go;... | No speaker | know we shall." "Quite so."<|quote|>As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave of relief passed through them both, and then transformed itself into a wave of tenderness, and passed back. They were softened by their own honesty, and began to feel lonely and unwise. Experiences, not character, divided them; the... | we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so."<|quote|>As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave of relief passed through them both, and then transformed itself into a wave of tenderness, and passed back. They were softened by their own honesty, and began to feel lonely and unwise. Experiences, not c... | of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so."<|quote|>As soon as they had exchanged t... | have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I ... | an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpa... | upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scener... | them, but the heaviness of their spirit remained; thunderstorms seldom clear the air. Miss Quested was thinking over her own behaviour, and didn't like it at all. Instead of weighing Ronny and herself, and coming to a reasoned conclusion about marriage, she had incidentally, in the course of a talk about mangoes, remar... | English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more painful and longer. Adela will not marry Ronny. It seemed slipping away like a dream. She said, "But let us discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might h... | A Passage To India |
"Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" | Ronny Heaslop | were friends, and for ever.<|quote|>"Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?"</|quote|>she asked, putting her shoulder | to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever.<|quote|>"Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?"</|quote|>she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater." | was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of examination caused it to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever.<|quote|>"Do yo... | passed back. They were softened by their own honesty, and began to feel lonely and unwise. Experiences, not character, divided them; they were not dissimilar, as humans go; indeed, when compared with the people who stood nearest to them in point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an of... | Indian wild bird. "Yes, nothing else," she repeated, feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have b... | don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, y... | her complaints against his character at this hour of the day, which was the evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, fee... | between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt an... | A Passage To India |
she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. | No speaker | bird up above us is?"<|quote|>she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his.</|quote|>"Bee-eater." "Oh no, Ronny, it | the name of that green bird up above us is?"<|quote|>she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his.</|quote|>"Bee-eater." "Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its | the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of examination caused it to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?"<|quote|>she asked, putting her shou... | and unwise. Experiences, not character, divided them; they were not dissimilar, as humans go; indeed, when compared with the people who stood nearest to them in point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Ba... | speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." ... | work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "I only want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an ... | evening. . . . The polo took place on the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigest... | and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother," said Miss Quested heavily, and frow... | A Passage To India |
"Bee-eater." | Ronny Heaslop | shoulder rather nearer to his.<|quote|>"Bee-eater."</|quote|>"Oh no, Ronny, it has | is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his.<|quote|>"Bee-eater."</|quote|>"Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings." | none would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of examination caused it to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his.<|quote|>"Bee-eater."</|quote|>"Oh no, Ronny, it... | not dissimilar, as humans go; indeed, when compared with the people who stood nearest to them in point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would... | both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so." As soon as they had exchanged this... | want everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further w... | the Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough ta... | bother," said Miss Quested heavily, and frowned up at the tree beneath which they were sitting. A little green bird was observing her, so brilliant and neat that it might have hopped straight out of a shop. On catching her eye it closed its own, gave a small skip and prepared to go to bed. Some Indian wild bird. "Yes, ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings." | Adela Quested | rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater."<|quote|>"Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings."</|quote|>"Parrot," he hazarded. "Good gracious | she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater."<|quote|>"Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings."</|quote|>"Parrot," he hazarded. "Good gracious no." The bird in question | would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of examination caused it to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater."<|quote|>"Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars ... | dissimilar, as humans go; indeed, when compared with the people who stood nearest to them in point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would hav... | of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so." As soon as they had exchanged this admi... | everything to be absolutely clear between us, and to answer any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we sho... | Maidan near the entrance of Chandrapore city. The sun was already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, ... | discuss things; it's all so frightfully important, we mustn't make false steps. I want next to hear your point of view about me it might help us both." His manner was unhappy and reserved. "I don't much believe in this discussing besides, I'm so dead with all this extra work Mohurram's bringing, if you'll excuse me." "... | A Passage To India |
"Parrot," | Ronny Heaslop | red bars on its wings."<|quote|>"Parrot,"</|quote|>he hazarded. "Good gracious no." | "Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings."<|quote|>"Parrot,"</|quote|>he hazarded. "Good gracious no." The bird in question dived | mere fact of examination caused it to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater." "Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings."<|quote|>"Parrot,"</|quote|>he hazarded. "Good graciou... | who stood nearest to them in point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of ... | suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so." As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave of relief passed through them both, an... | any questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was to... | already declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize,... | her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred among the grand scenery of the English Lakes. Her ordeal was over, but she felt it should have been more... | A Passage To India |
he hazarded. | No speaker | bars on its wings." "Parrot,"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Good gracious no." The bird | no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings." "Parrot,"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Good gracious no." The bird in question dived into the | fact of examination caused it to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater." "Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings." "Parrot,"<|quote|>he hazarded.</|quote|>"Good gracious no.... | stood nearest to them in point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of exam... | that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so." As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave of relief passed through them both, and then t... | questions you care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too pr... | declining and each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was hi... | or me don't let this upset you." She felt ashamed. How decent he was! He might force his opinions down her throat, but did not press her to an "engagement," because he believed, like herself, in the sanctity of personal relationships: it was this that had drawn them together at their first meeting, which had occurred a... | A Passage To India |
"Good gracious no." | Adela Quested | its wings." "Parrot," he hazarded.<|quote|>"Good gracious no."</|quote|>The bird in question dived | it has red bars on its wings." "Parrot," he hazarded.<|quote|>"Good gracious no."</|quote|>The bird in question dived into the dome of the | examination caused it to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater." "Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings." "Parrot," he hazarded.<|quote|>"Good gracious no."</|quote|>The bi... | to them in point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of examination caused... | right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so." As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave of relief passed through them both, and then transformed ... | care to put to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt h... | each of the trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I di... | feeling that a profound and passionate speech ought to have been delivered by one or both of them. "We've been awfully British over it, but I suppose that's all right." "As we are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we s... | A Passage To India |
The bird in question dived into the dome of the tree. It was of no importance, yet they would have liked to identify it, it would somehow have solaced their hearts. But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in something else. | No speaker | he hazarded. "Good gracious no."<|quote|>The bird in question dived into the dome of the tree. It was of no importance, yet they would have liked to identify it, it would somehow have solaced their hearts. But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in somethin... | bars on its wings." "Parrot," he hazarded. "Good gracious no."<|quote|>The bird in question dived into the dome of the tree. It was of no importance, yet they would have liked to identify it, it would somehow have solaced their hearts. But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to dis... | to diminish. Of course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater." "Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings." "Parrot," he hazarded. "Good gracious no."<|quote|>The bird in question dived into the d... | point of space they became practically identical. The Bhil who was holding an officer's polo pony, the Eurasian who drove the Nawab Bahadur's car, the Nawab Bahadur himself, the Nawab Bahadur's debauched grandson none would have examined a difficulty so frankly and coolly. The mere fact of examination caused it to dimi... | are British, I suppose it is." "Anyhow we've not quarrelled, Ronny." "Oh, that would have been too absurd. Why should we quarrel?" "I think we shall keep friends." "I know we shall." "Quite so." As soon as they had exchanged this admission, a wave of relief passed through them both, and then transformed itself into a w... | to me on my conduct." "But I haven't got any questions. You've acted within your rights, you were quite right to come out and have a look at me doing my work, it was an excellent plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but... | trees held a premonition of night. They walked away from the governing group to a distant seat, and there, feeling that it was his due and her own, she forced out of herself the undigested remark: "We must have a thorough talk, Ronny, I'm afraid." "My temper's rotten, I must apologize," was his reply. "I didn't mean to... | should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bot... | A Passage To India |
"McBryde has an illustrated bird book," | Ronny Heaslop | to merge in something else.<|quote|>"McBryde has an illustrated bird book,"</|quote|>he said dejectedly. "I'm no | causes it to disappear or to merge in something else.<|quote|>"McBryde has an illustrated bird book,"</|quote|>he said dejectedly. "I'm no good at all at birds, | question dived into the dome of the tree. It was of no importance, yet they would have liked to identify it, it would somehow have solaced their hearts. But nothing in India is identifiable, the mere asking of a question causes it to disappear or to merge in something else.<|quote|>"McBryde has an illustrated bird book... | course they were friends, and for ever. "Do you know what the name of that green bird up above us is?" she asked, putting her shoulder rather nearer to his. "Bee-eater." "Oh no, Ronny, it has red bars on its wings." "Parrot," he hazarded. "Good gracious no." The bird in question dived into the dome of the tree. It was ... | itself into a wave of tenderness, and passed back. They were softened by their own honesty, and began to feel lonely and unwise. Experiences, not character, divided them; they were not dissimilar, as humans go; indeed, when compared with the people who stood nearest to them in point of space they became practically ide... | and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of me to have given you and your mother all this bother," said Miss Quested heavily, and frow... | reply. "I didn't mean to order you and mother about, but of course the way those Bengalis let you down this morning annoyed me, and I don't want that sort of thing to keep happening." "It's nothing to do with them that I . . ." "No, but Aziz would make some similar muddle over the caves. He meant nothing by the invitat... | plan, and anyhow it's no use talking further we should only get up steam." He felt angry and bruised; he was too proud to tempt her back, but he did not consider that she had behaved badly, because where his compatriots were concerned he had a generous mind. "I suppose that there is nothing else; it's unpardonable of m... | A Passage To India |
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