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"Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" | Dr. Aziz | how happy we both were."<|quote|>"Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?"</|quote|>"Do you know about the | how good you were." "And how happy we both were."<|quote|>"Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?"</|quote|>"Do you know about the others? She will never talk | The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were."<|quote|>"Friendships last longest that begin like that, I th... | her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever... | of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. H... | and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt gratefu... | was explained, and yet there was no romance. Films of heat, radiated from the Kawa Dol precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked st... | the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Hassan shouted, and Mohammed Latif stood as he ought, with a peeled switch in his hand. The expedition was a success, and it was Indian; an obscure young man had been allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud... | A Passage To India |
"Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," | Adela Quested | ever entertain your other children?"<|quote|>"Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking | that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?"<|quote|>"Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me,"</|quote|>said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, | ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?"<|quote|>"Do you know about the others? She w... | a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital ... | further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacl... | "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position. All was well so far; the elep... | precipices, increased the confusion. They came at irregular intervals and moved capriciously. A patch of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked straight at the Kawa Dol as if she would knock for admission with her forehead, then swer... | soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effect... | A Passage To India |
said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. | No speaker | talk about them to me,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell.</|quote|>"Ralph and Stella, yes, I | the others? She will never talk about them to me,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell.</|quote|>"Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But | and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me,"<|quote|>said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking ... | him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you wer... | two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remain... | return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position. All was well so far; the elephant held a fresh cut bough to her lips, the tonga shafts stuck up ... | of field would jump as if it was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked straight at the Kawa Dol as if she would knock for admission with her forehead, then swerved, and followed a path round its base. The stones plunged straight into the earth, like cliffs into ... | had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They wer... | A Passage To India |
"Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur." | Dr. Aziz | Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell.<|quote|>"Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur."</|quote|>"Wh... | them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell.<|quote|>"Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emper... | I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell.<|quote|>"Ralph and Stella, yes, I ... | I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were."... | him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying ... | upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position. All was well so far; the elephant held a fresh cut bough to her lips, the tonga shafts stuck up into the air, the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Has... | was being fried, and then lie quiet. As they drew closer the radiation stopped. The elephant walked straight at the Kawa Dol as if she would knock for admission with her forehead, then swerved, and followed a path round its base. The stones plunged straight into the earth, like cliffs into the sea, and while Miss Quest... | that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmou... | A Passage To India |
"Why like him?" | Adela Quested | feel like the Emperor Babur."<|quote|>"Why like him?"</|quote|>she enquired, rising. "Because my | you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur."<|quote|>"Why like him?"</|quote|>she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him | spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur."<|quote|>"Why like him?"</|quote|>she enquired, rising. "... | rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I kno... | somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bul... | shafts stuck up into the air, the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Hassan shouted, and Mohammed Latif stood as he ought, with a peeled switch in his hand. The expedition was a success, and it was Indian; an obscure young man had been allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long ... | cliffs into the sea, and while Miss Quested was remarking on this, and saying that it was striking, the plain quietly disappeared, peeled off, so to speak, and nothing was to be seen on either side but the granite, very dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to ... | than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own d... | A Passage To India |
she enquired, rising. | No speaker | Emperor Babur." "Why like him?"<|quote|>she enquired, rising.</|quote|>"Because my ancestors came down | me. I feel like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?"<|quote|>she enquired, rising.</|quote|>"Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They | Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?"<|quote|>she enquired, rising.</|quote|>"Because my ancesto... | and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything... | soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes ... | into the air, the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Hassan shouted, and Mohammed Latif stood as he ought, with a peeled switch in his hand. The expedition was a success, and it was Indian; an obscure young man had been allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynic... | sea, and while Miss Quested was remarking on this, and saying that it was striking, the plain quietly disappeared, peeled off, so to speak, and nothing was to be seen on either side but the granite, very dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of t... | was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position. All was well so fa... | A Passage To India |
"Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitalit... | Dr. Aziz | like him?" she enquired, rising.<|quote|>"Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just lik... | like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising.<|quote|>"Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop fo... | know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising.<|quote|>"Because my ancestors came down with him fr... | you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. ... | his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with... | the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Hassan shouted, and Mohammed Latif stood as he ought, with a peeled switch in his hand. The expedition was a success, and it was Indian; an obscure young man had been allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud... | Miss Quested was remarking on this, and saying that it was striking, the plain quietly disappeared, peeled off, so to speak, and nothing was to be seen on either side but the granite, very dead and quiet. The sky dominated as usual, but seemed unhealthily near, adhering like a ceiling to the summits of the precipices. ... | and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we ... | A Passage To India |
"I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." | Adela Quested | he became a great king."<|quote|>"I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe."</|quote|>"Alamgir? Oh yes, he was | is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king."<|quote|>"I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe."</|quote|>"Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. | of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king."<|quote|>"I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forge... | him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only... | both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to vis... | the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving bec... | such as a mosque, which their host would have appreciated and explained. His ignorance became evident, and was really rather a drawback. In spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed... | to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Thei... | A Passage To India |
"Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for... | Dr. Aziz | what my book calls Aurangzebe."<|quote|>"Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat.... | mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe."<|quote|>"Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than batt... | musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe."<|quote|>"Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course t... | ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautifu... | the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have hono... | it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and th... | In spite of his gay, confident talk, he had no notion how to treat this particular aspect of India; he was lost in it without Professor Godbole, like themselves. The corridor narrowed, then widened into a sort of tray. Here, more or less, was their goal. A ruined tank held a little water which would do for the animals,... | or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidulla... | A Passage To India |
I have borne it away,' | No speaker | bed three times, and said,"<|quote|>I have borne it away,'</|quote|>"and he did bear it | sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said,"<|quote|>I have borne it away,'</|quote|>"and he did bear it away; the fever left his | life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said,"<|quote|>I have borne it away,'</|quote|>"and he did bear ... | him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caug... | more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one mus... | and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she ... | shadow, and here they camped. "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I tho... | intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he... | A Passage To India |
"and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." | Dr. Aziz | I have borne it away,'<|quote|>"and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start."</|quote|>"Not at all," she said, | bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,'<|quote|>"and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start."</|quote|>"Not at all," she said, sitting d... | death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,'<|quote|>"and he did bear it away; the fever left his s... | my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should ... | sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would comp... | a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital ... | "A horrid, stuffy place really," murmured Mrs. Moore to herself. "How quick your servants are!" Miss Quested exclaimed. For a cloth had already been laid, with a vase of artificial flowers in its centre, and Mahmoud Ali's butler offered them poached eggs and tea for the second time. "I thought we would eat this before ... | back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last lon... | A Passage To India |
"Not at all," | Adela Quested | you are ready to start."<|quote|>"Not at all,"</|quote|>she said, sitting down by | mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start."<|quote|>"Not at all,"</|quote|>she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy | it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start."<|quote|>"Not at all,"</|quote|>she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk l... | son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his so... | arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? O... | "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She w... | "I thought we would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is a... | soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes ... | A Passage To India |
she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. | No speaker | to start." "Not at all,"<|quote|>she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again.</|quote|>"We enjoy talk like this | I see you are ready to start." "Not at all,"<|quote|>she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again.</|quote|>"We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last | he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all,"<|quote|>she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again.</|quote|>"We enjoy talk like this very m... | far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to... | if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of cour... | remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never tal... | would eat this before our caves, and breakfast after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." ... | now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever rem... | A Passage To India |
"We enjoy talk like this very much." | Adela Quested | down by Mrs. Moore again.<|quote|>"We enjoy talk like this very much."</|quote|>For at last he was | at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again.<|quote|>"We enjoy talk like this very much."</|quote|>For at last he was talking about what he knew | his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again.<|quote|>"We enjoy talk like this very much."</|quote|>For at last he was talking abo... | in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer B... | it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole ... | do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, uni... | after." "Isn't this breakfast?" "This breakfast? Did you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandr... | me. I feel like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop... | A Passage To India |
For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. | No speaker | talk like this very much."<|quote|>For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated.</|quote|>"I always enjoy conversing about | Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much."<|quote|>For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated.</|quote|>"I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the | and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much."<|quote|>For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he ha... | back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do ... | take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so... | "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and... | you think I should treat you so strangely?" He had been warned that English people never stop eating, and that he had better nourish them every two hours until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you re... | were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit ou... | A Passage To India |
"I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of th... | Dr. Aziz | Oriental guide whom they appreciated.<|quote|>"I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not ... | garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated.<|quote|>"I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except... | are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated.<|quote|>"I always enjoy conversing about the Mo... | said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy tal... | mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They... | I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you bo... | until a solid meal was ready. "How very well it is all arranged." "That you shall tell me when I return to Chandrapore. Whatever disgraces I bring upon myself, you remain my guests." He spoke gravely now. They were dependent on him for a few hours, and he felt grateful to them for placing themselves in such a position.... | blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulat... | A Passage To India |
"Tell us something about Akbar." | Adela Quested | after the other father, son."<|quote|>"Tell us something about Akbar."</|quote|>"Ah, you have heard the | not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son."<|quote|>"Tell us something about Akbar."</|quote|>"Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah | most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son."<|quote|>"Tell us something about Akbar."</|quote|>"Ah, you... | For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of ... | back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do ... | like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time... | her lips, the tonga shafts stuck up into the air, the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Hassan shouted, and Mohammed Latif stood as he ought, with a peeled switch in his hand. The expedition was a success, and it was Indian; an obscure young man had been allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is wh... | as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. Whe... | A Passage To India |
"Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," | Dr. Aziz | "Tell us something about Akbar."<|quote|>"Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say,"</|quote|>Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, | after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar."<|quote|>"Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say,"</|quote|>Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he | soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar."<|quote|>"Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good.... | talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, ... | bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However,... | like him?" she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he... | stuck up into the air, the kitchen-boy peeled potatoes, Hassan shouted, and Mohammed Latif stood as he ought, with a peeled switch in his hand. The expedition was a success, and it was Indian; an obscure young man had been allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do e... | joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would ha... | A Passage To India |
Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, | No speaker | greatest of all. I say,"<|quote|>Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem,</|quote|>"which makes Hamidullah cry," No | you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say,"<|quote|>Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem,</|quote|>"which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank | such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say,"<|quote|>Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu... | conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I ... | borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this ve... | than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument... | expedition was a success, and it was Indian; an obscure young man had been allowed to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud Ali but they never have the chance. Hospitality had been achieved, they were "his" guests; his honour was involved in their ... | I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more diffi... | A Passage To India |
"which makes Hamidullah cry," | Dr. Aziz | was not a true Moslem,<|quote|>"which makes Hamidullah cry,"</|quote|>No more was Babur, he | but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem,<|quote|>"which makes Hamidullah cry,"</|quote|>No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always | the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem,<|quote|>"which makes Hamidullah cry,"</|quote|>No more w... | six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah... | came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, tal... | or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentle... | to show courtesy to visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud Ali but they never have the chance. Hospitality had been achieved, they were "his" guests; his honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orien... | he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your fav... | A Passage To India |
No more was Babur, he drank wine.' | No speaker | Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry,"<|quote|>No more was Babur, he drank wine.'</|quote|>"But Babur always repented afterwards, | he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry,"<|quote|>No more was Babur, he drank wine.'</|quote|>"But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, | "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry,"<|quote|>No more was Babur, he drank wine.'</|quote... | most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the n... | and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fie... | would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he beca... | visitors from another country, which is what all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud Ali but they never have the chance. Hospitality had been achieved, they were "his" guests; his honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated... | he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangz... | A Passage To India |
"But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." | Dr. Aziz | was Babur, he drank wine.'<|quote|>"But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran."</|quote|>"But wasn't Akbar's new religion | makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.'<|quote|>"But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran."</|quote|>"But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to | have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.'<|quote|>"But Babur always repented afterwards, which make... | one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom... | prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he wa... | hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought anothe... | all Indians long to do even cynics like Mahmoud Ali but they never have the chance. Hospitality had been achieved, they were "his" guests; his honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and ... | forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficu... | A Passage To India |
"But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." | Adela Quested | instead of the Holy Koran."<|quote|>"But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India."</|quote|>"Miss Quested, fine but foolish. | the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran."<|quote|>"But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India."</|quote|>"Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I | Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran."<|quote|>"But wasn't Akbar's... | kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not ... | "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasur... | arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? O... | honour was involved in their happiness, and any discomfort they endured would tear his own soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew ... | Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, jus... | A Passage To India |
"Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." | Dr. Aziz | embrace the whole of India."<|quote|>"Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake."</|quote|>"Oh, do you feel that, | very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India."<|quote|>"Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake."</|quote|>"Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. | makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India."<|quote|>"Miss Queste... | other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wi... | this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and a... | beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he b... | soul. Like most Orientals, Aziz overrated hospitality, mistaking it for intimacy, and not seeing that it is tainted with the sense of possession. It was only when Mrs. Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effect... | Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" | Adela Quested | and that was Akbar's mistake."<|quote|>"Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?"</|quote|>she said thoughtfully. "I hope | whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake."<|quote|>"Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?"</|quote|>she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will | he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake."<|quote|>"Oh, do you feel tha... | the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy K... | whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in ... | the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than... | Moore or Fielding was near him that he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Ham... | and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget e... | A Passage To India |
she said thoughtfully. | No speaker | you feel that, Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>she said thoughtfully.</|quote|>"I hope you're not right. | was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>she said thoughtfully.</|quote|>"I hope you're not right. There will have to be | "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>she said thoughtfully.</|q... | Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new rel... | about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, comin... | Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the h... | he saw further, and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted ... | ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is ... | A Passage To India |
"I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" | Adela Quested | Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully.<|quote|>"I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?"</|quote|>She was only recommending the | "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully.<|quote|>"I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?"</|quote|>She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he so... | new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully.<|quote|>"I hope you're not righ... | wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fin... | It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the ot... | book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should hav... | and knew that it is more blessed to receive than to give. These two had strange and beautiful effects on him they were his friends, his for ever, and he theirs for ever; he loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to mee... | And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne i... | A Passage To India |
She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. | No speaker | barriers to be broken down?"<|quote|>She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue.</|quote|>"Take my own case," she | something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?"<|quote|>She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue.</|quote|>"Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her | nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?"<|quote|>She was only recommending ... | never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mis... | in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in all the countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I s... | And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne i... | loved them so much that giving and receiving became one. He loved them even better than the Hamidullahs, because he had surmounted obstacles to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-... | our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished in having you both here as my guests. You cannot imagine how you have honoured me. I feel like the Emperor Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more ... | A Passage To India |
"Take my own case," | Adela Quested | into prose it became untrue.<|quote|>"Take my own case,"</|quote|>she continued it was indeed | soon as it was put into prose it became untrue.<|quote|>"Take my own case,"</|quote|>she continued it was indeed her own case that had | have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue.<|quote|>"Take my own case,"</|quote|... | embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something univers... | mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No ... | caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I p... | to meet them, and this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I... | let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget... | A Passage To India |
she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. | No speaker | untrue. "Take my own case,"<|quote|>she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her.</|quote|>"I don't know whether you | put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case,"<|quote|>she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her.</|quote|>"I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but | universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case,"<|quote|>she continued it was indeed h... | India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I ... | the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he dran... | They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamg... | this stimulates a generous mind. Their images remained somewhere in his soul up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and ... | the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him thi... | A Passage To India |
"I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." | Adela Quested | case that had animated her.<|quote|>"I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop."</|quote|>"On which my heartiest congratulations." | it was indeed her own case that had animated her.<|quote|>"I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop."</|quote|>"On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put | but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her.<|quote|>"I don't know whether you happen to ... | That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are... | heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire ... | could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay ... | up to his dying day, permanent additions. He looked at her now as she sat on a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes fille... | was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mention... | A Passage To India |
"On which my heartiest congratulations." | Dr. Aziz | going to marry Mr. Heaslop."<|quote|>"On which my heartiest congratulations."</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, may I put | to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop."<|quote|>"On which my heartiest congratulations."</|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz | universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop."<|quote|>"On which my heartiest congratulations."<... | mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes... | is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Hol... | bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore... | a deck-chair, sipping his tea, and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, ... | I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the ... | A Passage To India |
"Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" | Adela Quested | "On which my heartiest congratulations."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?"</|quote|>"It is your difficulty, not | going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?"</|quote|>"It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's | of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations."<|quote|>"Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr... | that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as... | I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Ak... | I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like ... | and had for a moment a joy that held the seeds of its own decay, for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she ... | to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they ... | A Passage To India |
"It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." | Mrs. Moore | I mean our Anglo-Indian one?"<|quote|>"It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear."</|quote|>"Ah, that's true. Well, by | our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?"<|quote|>"It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear."</|quote|>"Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall | own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?"<|quote|>"It is your difficulty, not min... | be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was ind... | true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." ... | son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and f... | for it would lead him to think, "Oh, what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, an... | father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "... | A Passage To India |
"Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." | Adela Quested | difficulty, not mine, my dear."<|quote|>"Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian."</|quote|>He held up his hand | Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear."<|quote|>"Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian."</|quote|>He held up his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back | own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear."<|quote|>"Ah, that's true. Well, by mar... | say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don'... | was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your reli... | died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's... | what more can I do for her?" and so back to the dull round of hospitality. The black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy ... | to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they ... | A Passage To India |
He held up his hand in protest. | No speaker | is known as an Anglo-Indian."<|quote|>He held up his hand in protest.</|quote|>"Impossible. Take back such a | Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian."<|quote|>He held up his hand in protest.</|quote|>"Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." "But I shall; | going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian."<|quote|>He held up his hand... | She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my hearti... | never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mis... | do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I ... | black bullets of his eyes filled with soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I... | favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of him this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far ... | A Passage To India |
"Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." | Dr. Aziz | up his hand in protest.<|quote|>"Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark."</|quote|>"But I shall; it's inevitable. | as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest.<|quote|>"Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark."</|quote|>"But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. | my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest.<|quote|>"Impossible. Take back suc... | he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our dif... | invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz... | see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Mo... | soft expressive light, and he said, "Do you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" ... | a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India.... | A Passage To India |
"But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like" | Adela Quested | back such a terrible remark."<|quote|>"But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like"</|quote|>She stopped, not quite liking | hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark."<|quote|>"But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like"</|quote|>She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would | put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark."<|quote|>"But I shall; it's inevitabl... | as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-... | wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're n... | at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I k... | you ever remember our mosque, Mrs. Moore?" "I do. I do," she said, suddenly vital and young. "And how rough and rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will ... | more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him... | A Passage To India |
She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. | No speaker | is the mentality. Women like"<|quote|>She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago.</|quote|>"Some women are so well, | I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like"<|quote|>She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago.</|quote|>"Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, | true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." "But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like"<|quote|>She stopped, not quite liking to me... | that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop... | your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but som... | was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mention... | rude I was, and how good you were." "And how happy we both were." "Friendships last longest that begin like that, I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I kno... | countries of the earth, not, I mean, coming one after the other father, son." "Tell us something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "w... | A Passage To India |
"Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable def... | Adela Quested | Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago.<|quote|>"Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist my environment and avoid bec... | have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago.<|quote|>"Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist m... | protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." "But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like" She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago.<|quote|>"Some women are so w... | which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such ... | "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed o... | whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You see, those first six emperors were all most wonderful men, and as soon as one of them is mentioned, no matter which, I forget everything else in the world except the other five. You could not find six such kings in ... | I think. Shall I ever entertain your other children?" "Do you know about the others? She will never talk about them to me," said Miss Quested, unintentionally breaking a spell. "Ralph and Stella, yes, I know everything about them. But we must not forget to visit our caves. One of the dreams of my life is accomplished i... | walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne it away,' "and he did bear it away; the fever left his son and came to him instead, and he died. That is why I prefer Babur to Alamgir. I ought not to do so, but I do. However, I mustn't delay you. I see you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting d... | A Passage To India |
Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. | No speaker | you see what I mean?"<|quote|>Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things.</|quote|>"You are certain to be | me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?"<|quote|>Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things.</|quote|>"You are certain to be happy with any relative of | difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?"<|quote|>Her rema... | Women like" She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. "Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's nothing special about... | own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my heartiest congratulations." "Mrs. Moore, may I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr... | something about Akbar." "Ah, you have heard the name of Akbar. Good. Hamidullah whom you shall meet will tell you that Akbar is the greatest of all. I say," Yes, Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repent... | Emperor Babur." "Why like him?" she enquired, rising. "Because my ancestors came down with him from Afghanistan. They joined him at Herat. He also had often no more elephants than one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hi... | is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion ... | A Passage To India |
"You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," | Dr. Aziz | in that side of things.<|quote|>"You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's,"</|quote|>he said with a formal | going to be mixed up in that side of things.<|quote|>"You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's,"</|quote|>he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's | I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things.<|quote|>"You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs... | snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universa... | I put our difficulty to Dr. Aziz I mean our Anglo-Indian one?" "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." "But I shall; it's inevitable. I c... | Akbar is very wonderful, but half a Hindu; he was not a true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new rel... | one, none sometimes, but he never ceased showing hospitality. When he fought or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he ... | never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mis... | A Passage To India |
he said with a formal bow. | No speaker | any relative of Mrs. Moore's,"<|quote|>he said with a formal bow.</|quote|>"Oh, my happiness that's quite | certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's,"<|quote|>he said with a formal bow.</|quote|>"Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to | and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's,"<|quote|>he said with a formal bow.</|quote|>"Oh, my happiness that'... | I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do ... | "It is your difficulty, not mine, my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." "But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality.... | true Moslem, "which makes Hamidullah cry," No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." ... | or hunted or ran away, he would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the p... | she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls. It is the chief pleasure I know. You ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?" | Adela Quested | said with a formal bow.<|quote|>"Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?"</|quote|>"You are absolutely unlike the | relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow.<|quote|>"Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?"</|quote|>"You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You | I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow.<|quote|>"Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to cons... | here's my difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her re... | my dear." "Ah, that's true. Well, by marrying Mr. Heaslop, I shall become what is known as an Anglo-Indian." He held up his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." "But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like" She stopped, not quit... | No more was Babur, he drank wine.' "But Babur always repented afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep y... | would always stop for a time among hills, just like us; he would never let go of hospitality and pleasure, and if there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he beca... | you are ready to start." "Not at all," she said, sitting down by Mrs. Moore again. "We enjoy talk like this very much." For at last he was talking about what he knew and felt, talking as he had in Fielding's garden-house; he was again the Oriental guide whom they appreciated. "I always enjoy conversing about the Moguls... | A Passage To India |
"You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people." | Dr. Aziz | you give me any advice?"<|quote|>"You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people."</|quote|>"I am told we all | about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?"<|quote|>"You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people."</|quote|>"I am told we all get rude after a year." | going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?"<|quote|>"You are absolutely unlike the others, I... | avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of th... | his hand in protest. "Impossible. Take back such a terrible remark." "But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like" She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. "Some women are ... | the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you... | there was only a little food, he would have it arranged nicely, and if only one musical instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding... | in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that h... | A Passage To India |
"I am told we all get rude after a year." | Adela Quested | be rude to my people."<|quote|>"I am told we all get rude after a year."</|quote|>"Then you are told a | assure you. You will never be rude to my people."<|quote|>"I am told we all get rude after a year."</|quote|>"Then you are told a lie," he flashed, for she | any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?" "You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people."<|quote|>"I am told we all get rude a... | equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my hap... | can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like" She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. "Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like... | It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be somethi... | instrument, he would compel it to play a beautiful tune. I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. B... | whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are barriers to be broken down?" She was o... | A Passage To India |
"Then you are told a lie," | Dr. Aziz | get rude after a year."<|quote|>"Then you are told a lie,"</|quote|>he flashed, for she had | "I am told we all get rude after a year."<|quote|>"Then you are told a lie,"</|quote|>he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it | bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?" "You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people." "I am told we all get rude after a year."<|quote|>"Then you are told a lie,"</|quote|>he ... | what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult... | is the mentality. Women like" She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. "Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's not... | fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for... | I take him as my ideal. He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, ... | afterwards, which makes the entire difference, and Akbar never repented of the new religion he invented instead of the Holy Koran." "But wasn't Akbar's new religion very fine? It was to embrace the whole of India." "Miss Quested, fine but foolish. You keep your religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the w... | A Passage To India |
he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it touched him on the raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He recovered himself at once and laughed, but her error broke up their conversation their civilization it had almost been which scattered like the petals of a desert flower, and left them i... | No speaker | you are told a lie,"<|quote|>he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it touched him on the raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He recovered himself at once and laughed, but her error broke up their conversation their civilization it had almost been which scattered like the petals of a d... | rude after a year." "Then you are told a lie,"<|quote|>he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it touched him on the raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He recovered himself at once and laughed, but her error broke up their conversation their civilization it had almost been which scatte... | another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?" "You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people." "I am told we all get rude after a year." "Then you are told a lie,"<|quote|>he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it ... | him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian diffi... | stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. "Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty there's nothing special about me, nothing spe... | religion, I mine. That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but somethin... | He is the poor gentleman, and he became a great king." "I thought another Emperor is your favourite I forget the name you mentioned him at Mr. Fielding's: what my book calls Aurangzebe." "Alamgir? Oh yes, he was of course the more pious. But Babur never in his whole life did he betray a friend, so I can only think of h... | to avoid is the mentality. Women like" She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. "Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians, and I should feel too ashamed for words if I turned like them, but and here's my difficulty th... | A Passage To India |
"Come along," | Dr. Aziz | the middle of the hills.<|quote|>"Come along,"</|quote|>he said, holding out a | flower, and left them in the middle of the hills.<|quote|>"Come along,"</|quote|>he said, holding out a hand to each. They got | on the raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He recovered himself at once and laughed, but her error broke up their conversation their civilization it had almost been which scattered like the petals of a desert flower, and left them in the middle of the hills.<|quote|>"Come along,"</|quote|>he... | you give me any advice?" "You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people." "I am told we all get rude after a year." "Then you are told a lie," he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it touched him on the raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He r... | to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to b... | broken down?" She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On w... | this morning. And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," ... | such a terrible remark." "But I shall; it's inevitable. I can't avoid the label. What I do hope to avoid is the mentality. Women like" She stopped, not quite liking to mention names; she would boldly have said "Mrs. Turton and Mrs. Callendar" a fortnight ago. "Some women are so well, ungenerous and snobby about Indians... | A Passage To India |
he said, holding out a hand to each. They got up a little reluctantly, and addressed themselves to sightseeing. The first cave was tolerably convenient. They skirted the puddle of water, and then climbed up over some unattractive stones, the sun crashing on their backs. Bending their heads, they disappeared one by one ... | No speaker | of the hills. "Come along,"<|quote|>he said, holding out a hand to each. They got up a little reluctantly, and addressed themselves to sightseeing. The first cave was tolerably convenient. They skirted the puddle of water, and then climbed up over some unattractive stones, the sun crashing on their backs. Bending their... | left them in the middle of the hills. "Come along,"<|quote|>he said, holding out a hand to each. They got up a little reluctantly, and addressed themselves to sightseeing. The first cave was tolerably convenient. They skirted the puddle of water, and then climbed up over some unattractive stones, the sun crashing on th... | raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He recovered himself at once and laughed, but her error broke up their conversation their civilization it had almost been which scattered like the petals of a desert flower, and left them in the middle of the hills. "Come along,"<|quote|>he said, holding o... | me any advice?" "You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people." "I am told we all get rude after a year." "Then you are told a lie," he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it touched him on the raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He recovered ... | my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up... | She was only recommending the universal brotherhood he sometimes dreamed of, but as soon as it was put into prose it became untrue. "Take my own case," she continued it was indeed her own case that had animated her. "I don't know whether you happen to have heard, but I'm going to marry Mr. Heaslop." "On which my hearti... | And you know how he died? He laid down his life for his son. A death far more difficult than battle. They were caught in the heat. They should have gone back to Kabul for the bad weather, but could not for reasons of state, and at Agra Humayun fell sick. Babur walked round the bed three times, and said," I have borne i... | That is the best. Nothing embraces the whole of India, nothing, nothing, and that was Akbar's mistake." "Oh, do you feel that, Dr. Aziz?" she said thoughtfully. "I hope you're not right. There will have to be something universal in this country I don't say religion, for I'm not religious, but something, or how else are... | A Passage To India |
"Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" | Adela Quested | to visit a second one.<|quote|>"Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?"</|quote|>asked Adela. "I forget . | herself, and she decided not to visit a second one.<|quote|>"Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?"</|quote|>asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says | individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one.<|quote|>"Did you see the reflection of his match rath... | the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emerged smiling and she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that th... | the roof. "Boum" is the sound as far as the human alphabet can express it, or "bou-oum," or "ou-boum," utterly dull. Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watc... | got into the air again. It was natural enough: she had always suffered from faintness, and the cave had become too full, because all their retinue followed them. Crammed with villagers and servants, the circular chamber began to smell. She lost Aziz and Adela in the dark, didn't know who touched her, couldn't breathe, ... | nothing special about me, nothing specially good or strong, which will help me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mi... | little reluctantly, and addressed themselves to sightseeing. The first cave was tolerably convenient. They skirted the puddle of water, and then climbed up over some unattractive stones, the sun crashing on their backs. Bending their heads, they disappeared one by one into the interior of the hills. The small black hol... | A Passage To India |
asked Adela. | No speaker | of his match rather pretty?"<|quote|>asked Adela.</|quote|>"I forget . . ." | "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?"<|quote|>asked Adela.</|quote|>"I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't | the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?"<|quote|>asked Adela.</|quote|>"I forget . . ." "But he ... | smiling and she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother'... | human alphabet can express it, or "bou-oum," or "ou-boum," utterly dull. Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an... | had always suffered from faintness, and the cave had become too full, because all their retinue followed them. Crammed with villagers and servants, the circular chamber began to smell. She lost Aziz and Adela in the dark, didn't know who touched her, couldn't breathe, and some vile naked thing struck her face and settl... | will help me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was n... | puddle of water, and then climbed up over some unattractive stones, the sun crashing on their backs. Bending their heads, they disappeared one by one into the interior of the hills. The small black hole gaped where their varied forms and colours had momentarily functioned. They were sucked in like water down a drain. B... | A Passage To India |
"I forget . . ." | Mrs. Moore | match rather pretty?" asked Adela.<|quote|>"I forget . . ."</|quote|>"But he says this isn't | see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela.<|quote|>"I forget . . ."</|quote|>"But he says this isn't a good cave, the best | pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela.<|quote|>"I forget . . ."</|quote|>"But he says this ... | she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothi... | can express it, or "bou-oum," or "ou-boum," utterly dull. Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping ho... | suffered from faintness, and the cave had become too full, because all their retinue followed them. Crammed with villagers and servants, the circular chamber began to smell. She lost Aziz and Adela in the dark, didn't know who touched her, couldn't breathe, and some vile naked thing struck her face and settled on her m... | me to resist my environment and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going t... | tunnel, but an influx of villagers swept her back. She hit her head. For an instant she went mad, hitting and gasping like a fanatic. For not only did the crush and stench alarm her; there was also a terrifying echo. Professor Godbole had never mentioned an echo; it never impressed him, perhaps. There are some exquisit... | A Passage To India |
"But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." | Adela Quested | "I forget . . ."<|quote|>"But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol."</|quote|>"I don't think I shall | match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ."<|quote|>"But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol."</|quote|>"I don't think I shall go on to there. I | baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ."<|quote|>"But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are... | to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in t... | or "ou-boum," utterly dull. Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes gen... | cave had become too full, because all their retinue followed them. Crammed with villagers and servants, the circular chamber began to smell. She lost Aziz and Adela in the dark, didn't know who touched her, couldn't breathe, and some vile naked thing struck her face and settled on her mouth like a pad. She tried to reg... | and avoid becoming like them. I've most lamentable defects. That's why I want Akbar's universal religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side o... | and glutinous the sky that connected the precipices; solid and white, a Brahminy kite flapped between the rocks with a clumsiness that seemed intentional. Before man, with his itch for the seemly, had been born, the planet must have looked thus. The kite flapped away. . . . Before birds, perhaps. . . . And then the hol... | A Passage To India |
"I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." | Mrs. Moore | are on the Kawa Dol."<|quote|>"I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing."</|quote|>"Very well, let's sit down | a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol."<|quote|>"I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing."</|quote|>"Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until | not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol."<|quote|>"I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing."<... | looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, a... | boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which wr... | servants, the circular chamber began to smell. She lost Aziz and Adela in the dark, didn't know who touched her, couldn't breathe, and some vile naked thing struck her face and settled on her mouth like a pad. She tried to regain the entrance tunnel, but an influx of villagers swept her back. She hit her head. For an i... | religion' or the equivalent to keep me decent and sensible. Do you see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal... | returned. A Marabar cave had been horrid as far as Mrs. Moore was concerned, for she had nearly fainted in it, and had some difficulty in preventing herself from saying so as soon as she got into the air again. It was natural enough: she had always suffered from faintness, and the cave had become too full, because all ... | A Passage To India |
"Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." | Adela Quested | to there. I dislike climbing."<|quote|>"Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready."</|quote|>"Ah, but that'll disappoint him | think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing."<|quote|>"Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready."</|quote|>"Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such | not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing."<|quote|>"Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready.... | she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the refle... | little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. ... | in the dark, didn't know who touched her, couldn't breathe, and some vile naked thing struck her face and settled on her mouth like a pad. She tried to regain the entrance tunnel, but an influx of villagers swept her back. She hit her head. For an instant she went mad, hitting and gasping like a fanatic. For not only d... | see what I mean?" Her remarks pleased him, but his mind shut up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to con... | bald rose the precipices; bland and glutinous the sky that connected the precipices; solid and white, a Brahminy kite flapped between the rocks with a clumsiness that seemed intentional. Before man, with his itch for the seemly, had been born, the planet must have looked thus. The kite flapped away. . . . Before birds,... | A Passage To India |
"Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind." | Mrs. Moore | the shade until breakfast's ready."<|quote|>"Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind."</|quote|>"Perhaps I ought to," said | let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready."<|quote|>"Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind."</|quote|>"Perhaps I ought to," said the girl, indifferent to what | his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready."<|quote|>"Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such tr... | honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But... | is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emer... | vile naked thing struck her face and settled on her mouth like a pad. She tried to regain the entrance tunnel, but an influx of villagers swept her back. She hit her head. For an instant she went mad, hitting and gasping like a fanatic. For not only did the crush and stench alarm her; there was also a terrifying echo. ... | up tight because she had alluded to her marriage. He was not going to be mixed up in that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me ... | got into the air again. It was natural enough: she had always suffered from faintness, and the cave had become too full, because all their retinue followed them. Crammed with villagers and servants, the circular chamber began to smell. She lost Aziz and Adela in the dark, didn't know who touched her, couldn't breathe, ... | A Passage To India |
"Perhaps I ought to," | Adela Quested | go on; you don't mind."<|quote|>"Perhaps I ought to,"</|quote|>said the girl, indifferent to | taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind."<|quote|>"Perhaps I ought to,"</|quote|>said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous | cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." "Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind."<|quote|>"Perhaps I ought to,"</|quote|>said the girl,... | had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to th... | and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emerged smiling and she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked ... | the entrance tunnel, but an influx of villagers swept her back. She hit her head. For an instant she went mad, hitting and gasping like a fanatic. For not only did the crush and stench alarm her; there was also a terrifying echo. Professor Godbole had never mentioned an echo; it never impressed him, perhaps. There are ... | that side of things. "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?" "You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be r... | thus. The kite flapped away. . . . Before birds, perhaps. . . . And then the hole belched and humanity returned. A Marabar cave had been horrid as far as Mrs. Moore was concerned, for she had nearly fainted in it, and had some difficulty in preventing herself from saying so as soon as she got into the air again. It was... | A Passage To India |
said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, a... | No speaker | mind." "Perhaps I ought to,"<|quote|>said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too s... | should go on; you don't mind." "Perhaps I ought to,"<|quote|>said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vi... | on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." "Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind." "Perhaps I ought to,"<|quote|>said the girl, indifferent to what she did... | cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike c... | stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emerged smiling and she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, b... | an influx of villagers swept her back. She hit her head. For an instant she went mad, hitting and gasping like a fanatic. For not only did the crush and stench alarm her; there was also a terrifying echo. Professor Godbole had never mentioned an echo; it never impressed him, perhaps. There are some exquisite echoes in ... | "You are certain to be happy with any relative of Mrs. Moore's," he said with a formal bow. "Oh, my happiness that's quite another problem. I want to consult you about this Anglo-Indian difficulty. Can you give me any advice?" "You are absolutely unlike the others, I assure you. You will never be rude to my people." "I... | politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuf... | A Passage To India |
"Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." | Dr. Aziz | they were altering his plans.<|quote|>"Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish."</|quote|>"Quite right. I'm sorry not | sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans.<|quote|>"Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish."</|quote|>"Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm | to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans.<|quote|>"Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and... | sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." "Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind." "Perhaps I ought to," said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave ... | among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his ... | the long, solid sentences that voyage through the air at Mandu, and return unbroken to their creator. The echo in a Marabar cave is not like these, it is entirely devoid of distinction. Whatever is said, the same monotonous noise replies, and quivers up and down the walls until it is absorbed into the roof. "Boum" is t... | are told a lie," he flashed, for she had spoken the truth and it touched him on the raw; it was itself an insult in these particular circumstances. He recovered himself at once and laughed, but her error broke up their conversation their civilization it had almost been which scattered like the petals of a desert flower... | Adela both emerged smiling and she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, ... | A Passage To India |
"Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker." | Mrs. Moore | that will be her wish."<|quote|>"Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker."</|quote|>"Dear Mrs. Moore, what does | not hurry, because we know that will be her wish."<|quote|>"Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker."</|quote|>"Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as | to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish."<|quote|>"Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I... | indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was since... | had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Ver... | is said, the same monotonous noise replies, and quivers up and down the walls until it is absorbed into the roof. "Boum" is the sound as far as the human alphabet can express it, or "bou-oum," or "ou-boum," utterly dull. Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the strikin... | laughed, but her error broke up their conversation their civilization it had almost been which scattered like the petals of a desert flower, and left them in the middle of the hills. "Come along," he said, holding out a hand to each. They got up a little reluctantly, and addressed themselves to sightseeing. The first c... | a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which ... | A Passage To India |
"Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." | Dr. Aziz | but I'm a poor walker."<|quote|>"Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend."</|quote|>"Yes, I am your friend," | sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker."<|quote|>"Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend."</|quote|>"Yes, I am your friend," she said, laying her hand | altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker."<|quote|>"Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as ... | were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Queste... | not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." "Ah, b... | walls until it is absorbed into the roof. "Boum" is the sound as far as the human alphabet can express it, or "bou-oum," or "ou-boum," utterly dull. Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complet... | been which scattered like the petals of a desert flower, and left them in the middle of the hills. "Come along," he said, holding out a hand to each. They got up a little reluctantly, and addressed themselves to sightseeing. The first cave was tolerably convenient. They skirted the puddle of water, and then climbed up ... | solid sentences that voyage through the air at Mandu, and return unbroken to their creator. The echo in a Marabar cave is not like these, it is entirely devoid of distinction. Whatever is said, the same monotonous noise replies, and quivers up and down the walls until it is absorbed into the roof. "Boum" is the sound a... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, I am your friend," | Dr. Aziz | true frankness, as a friend."<|quote|>"Yes, I am your friend,"</|quote|>she said, laying her hand | you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend."<|quote|>"Yes, I am your friend,"</|quote|>she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, | wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend."<|quote|>"Yes, I am your friend,"</|quote|>she said, layi... | himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I... | Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." "Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind." "Perhaps I ought to," said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous ... | of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, whi... | addressed themselves to sightseeing. The first cave was tolerably convenient. They skirted the puddle of water, and then climbed up over some unattractive stones, the sun crashing on their backs. Bending their heads, they disappeared one by one into the interior of the hills. The small black hole gaped where their vari... | she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the refle... | A Passage To India |
she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness. | No speaker | "Yes, I am your friend,"<|quote|>she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness.</|quote|>"So may I make another | true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend,"<|quote|>she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness.</|quote|>"So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many | not to come too, but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend,"<|quote|>she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking,... | he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moo... | I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." "Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind." "Perhaps I ought to," said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable. The serv... | "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently... | first cave was tolerably convenient. They skirted the puddle of water, and then climbed up over some unattractive stones, the sun crashing on their backs. Bending their heads, they disappeared one by one into the interior of the hills. The small black hole gaped where their varied forms and colours had momentarily func... | decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready.... | A Passage To India |
"So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient." | Dr. Aziz | deeply she desired his happiness.<|quote|>"So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient."</|quote|>"Exactly, exactly," he cried, and, | good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness.<|quote|>"So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient."</|quote|>"Exactly, exactly," he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, | are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend," she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness.<|quote|>"So may I make another sugge... | we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true fran... | has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind." "Perhaps I ought to," said the girl, indifferent to what she did, but desirous of being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summ... | talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emerged smiling and she did not want him to think... | they disappeared one by one into the interior of the hills. The small black hole gaped where their varied forms and colours had momentarily functioned. They were sucked in like water down a drain. Bland and bald rose the precipices; bland and glutinous the sky that connected the precipices; solid and white, a Brahminy ... | enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade... | A Passage To India |
"Exactly, exactly," | Dr. Aziz | may find it more convenient."<|quote|>"Exactly, exactly,"</|quote|>he cried, and, rushing to | this time. I think you may find it more convenient."<|quote|>"Exactly, exactly,"</|quote|>he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all | laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness. "So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient."<|quote|>"Exactly, exactly,"</|quote|>he cri... | come too, but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend," she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fa... | desirous of being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they w... | writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emerged smiling and she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been... | functioned. They were sucked in like water down a drain. Bland and bald rose the precipices; bland and glutinous the sky that connected the precipices; solid and white, a Brahminy kite flapped between the rocks with a clumsiness that seemed intentional. Before man, with his itch for the seemly, had been born, the plane... | if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emerged smiling and she did not... | A Passage To India |
he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all except one guide to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol. | No speaker | it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly,"<|quote|>he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all except one guide to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol.</|quote|>"Is that all right?" he | I think you may find it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly,"<|quote|>he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all except one guide to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol.</|quote|>"Is that all right?" he enquired. "Quite right, now enjoy | hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness. "So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly,"<|quote|>he cried, and, rushing to ... | but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend," she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how... | being amiable. The servants, etc., were scrambling back to the camp, pursued by grave censures from Mohammed Latif. Aziz came to help the guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering... | After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Aziz and Adela both emerged smiling and she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest ind... | were sucked in like water down a drain. Bland and bald rose the precipices; bland and glutinous the sky that connected the precipices; solid and white, a Brahminy kite flapped between the rocks with a clumsiness that seemed intentional. Before man, with his itch for the seemly, had been born, the planet must have looke... | each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she ha... | A Passage To India |
"Is that all right?" | Dr. Aziz | him to the Kawa Dol.<|quote|>"Is that all right?"</|quote|>he enquired. "Quite right, now | to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol.<|quote|>"Is that all right?"</|quote|>he enquired. "Quite right, now enjoy yourselves, and when you | happiness. "So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly," he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all except one guide to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol.<|quote|>"Is that all right?"</|quote|... | you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend," she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness. "So may I make another suggestio... | guests over the rocks. He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not h... | she did not want him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothi... | solid and white, a Brahminy kite flapped between the rocks with a clumsiness that seemed intentional. Before man, with his itch for the seemly, had been born, the planet must have looked thus. The kite flapped away. . . . Before birds, perhaps. . . . And then the hole belched and humanity returned. A Marabar cave had b... | Hope, politeness, the blowing of a nose, the squeak of a boot, all produce "boum." Even the striking of a match starts a little worm coiling, which is too small to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave i... | A Passage To India |
he enquired. | No speaker | Dol. "Is that all right?"<|quote|>he enquired.</|quote|>"Quite right, now enjoy yourselves, | and him to the Kawa Dol. "Is that all right?"<|quote|>he enquired.</|quote|>"Quite right, now enjoy yourselves, and when you come back | make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly," he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all except one guide to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol. "Is that all right?"<|quote|>he enquired.</|quote|>"Quite ... | which sounds strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend," she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness. "So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many p... | He was at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know t... | him to think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been ... | Brahminy kite flapped between the rocks with a clumsiness that seemed intentional. Before man, with his itch for the seemly, had been born, the planet must have looked thus. The kite flapped away. . . . Before birds, perhaps. . . . And then the hole belched and humanity returned. A Marabar cave had been horrid as far a... | ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Very well, let's sit down again in the shade until breakfast's ready." "Ah, but that'll disappoint him so; he has taken such trouble. You should go on; you don't mind." "Perhaps I ought to... | A Passage To India |
"Quite right, now enjoy yourselves, and when you come back tell me all about it." | Mrs. Moore | that all right?" he enquired.<|quote|>"Quite right, now enjoy yourselves, and when you come back tell me all about it."</|quote|>And she sank into the | to the Kawa Dol. "Is that all right?" he enquired.<|quote|>"Quite right, now enjoy yourselves, and when you come back tell me all about it."</|quote|>And she sank into the deck-chair. If they reached the | suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly," he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all except one guide to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol. "Is that all right?" he enquired.<|quote|>"Quite right, now enjoy yours... | strange, but you are treating me with true frankness, as a friend." "Yes, I am your friend," she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness. "So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come wi... | at the summit of his powers, vigorous and humble, too sure of himself to resent criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that wil... | think his treat was a failure, so smiled too. As each person emerged she looked for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the ... | flapped between the rocks with a clumsiness that seemed intentional. Before man, with his itch for the seemly, had been born, the planet must have looked thus. The kite flapped away. . . . Before birds, perhaps. . . . And then the hole belched and humanity returned. A Marabar cave had been horrid as far as Mrs. Moore w... | complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux. Az... | A Passage To India |
And she sank into the deck-chair. If they reached the big pocket of caves, they would be away nearly an hour. She took out her writing-pad, and began, "Dear Stella, Dear Ralph," then stopped, and looked at the queer valley and their feeble invasion of it. Even the elephant had become a nobody. Her eye rose from it to t... | No speaker | tell me all about it."<|quote|>And she sank into the deck-chair. If they reached the big pocket of caves, they would be away nearly an hour. She took out her writing-pad, and began, "Dear Stella, Dear Ralph," then stopped, and looked at the queer valley and their feeble invasion of it. Even the elephant had become a no... | and when you come back tell me all about it."<|quote|>And she sank into the deck-chair. If they reached the big pocket of caves, they would be away nearly an hour. She took out her writing-pad, and began, "Dear Stella, Dear Ralph," then stopped, and looked at the queer valley and their feeble invasion of it. Even the e... | find it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly," he cried, and, rushing to the other extreme, forbade all except one guide to accompany Miss Quested and him to the Kawa Dol. "Is that all right?" he enquired. "Quite right, now enjoy yourselves, and when you come back tell me all about it."<|quote|>And she sank into the dec... | your friend," she said, laying her hand on his sleeve, and thinking, despite her fatigue, how very charming, how very good, he was, and how deeply she desired his happiness. "So may I make another suggestion? Don't let so many people come with you this time. I think you may find it more convenient." "Exactly, exactly,"... | criticism, and he was sincerely pleased when he heard they were altering his plans. "Certainly, Miss Quested, so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker."... | for a villain, but none was there, and she realized that she had been among the mildest individuals, whose only desire was to honour her, and that the naked pad was a poor little baby, astride its mother's hip. Nothing evil had been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she ... | for the seemly, had been born, the planet must have looked thus. The kite flapped away. . . . Before birds, perhaps. . . . And then the hole belched and humanity returned. A Marabar cave had been horrid as far as Mrs. Moore was concerned, for she had nearly fainted in it, and had some difficulty in preventing herself f... | to complete a circle but is eternally watchful. And if several people talk at once, an overlapping howling noise begins, echoes generate echoes, and the cave is stuffed with a snake composed of small snakes, which writhe independently. After Mrs. Moore all the others poured out. She had given the signal for the reflux.... | A Passage To India |
"I am going to be ill," | Mrs. Moore | For a time she thought,<|quote|>"I am going to be ill,"</|quote|>to comfort herself, then she | he would notice a difference. For a time she thought,<|quote|>"I am going to be ill,"</|quote|>to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She | form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she thought,<|quote|>"I am going to be ill,"</|quote|>to ... | that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that sh... | could romanticize the Marabar because it robbed infinity and eternity of their vastness, the only quality that accommodates them to mankind. She tried to go on with her letter, reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early in the morning and journeyed too far, that the despair creeping o... | feeble invasion of it. Even the elephant had become a nobody. Her eye rose from it to the entrance tunnel. No, she did not wish to repeat that experience. The more she thought over it, the more disagreeable and frightening it became. She minded it much more now than at the time. The crush and the smells she could forge... | been in the cave, but she had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there.... | filth. Everything exists, nothing has value." If one had spoken vileness in that place, or quoted lofty poetry, the comment would have been the same "ou-boum." If one had spoken with the tongues of angels and pleaded for all the unhappiness and misunderstanding in the world, past, present, and to come, for all the mise... | A Passage To India |
to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She lost all interest, even in Aziz, and the affectionate and sincere words that she had spoken to him seemed no longer hers but the air's. CHAPTER XV Miss Quested and Aziz and a guide continued the slightly tedious expedition. They did not talk much, for the sun ... | No speaker | am going to be ill,"<|quote|>to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She lost all interest, even in Aziz, and the affectionate and sincere words that she had spoken to him seemed no longer hers but the air's. CHAPTER XV Miss Quested and Aziz and a guide continued the slightly tedious expedition. They di... | a time she thought, "I am going to be ill,"<|quote|>to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She lost all interest, even in Aziz, and the affectionate and sincere words that she had spoken to him seemed no longer hers but the air's. CHAPTER XV Miss Quested and Aziz and a guide continued the slightly tedi... | that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she thought, "I am going to be ill,"<|quote|>to comfort herself, then she surrendered to... | "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her c... | robbed infinity and eternity of their vastness, the only quality that accommodates them to mankind. She tried to go on with her letter, reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early in the morning and journeyed too far, that the despair creeping over her was merely her despair, her perso... | elephant had become a nobody. Her eye rose from it to the entrance tunnel. No, she did not wish to repeat that experience. The more she thought over it, the more disagreeable and frightening it became. She minded it much more now than at the time. The crush and the smells she could forget, but the echo began in some in... | had not enjoyed herself; no, she had not enjoyed herself, and she decided not to visit a second one. "Did you see the reflection of his match rather pretty?" asked Adela. "I forget . . ." "But he says this isn't a good cave, the best are on the Kawa Dol." "I don't think I shall go on to there. I dislike climbing." "Ver... | the big pocket of caves, they would be away nearly an hour. She took out her writing-pad, and began, "Dear Stella, Dear Ralph," then stopped, and looked at the queer valley and their feeble invasion of it. Even the elephant had become a nobody. Her eye rose from it to the entrance tunnel. No, she did not wish to repeat... | A Passage To India |
"pretty sure they should come on some interesting old carvings soon," | Dr. Aziz | came out again. Aziz was<|quote|>"pretty sure they should come on some interesting old carvings soon,"</|quote|>but only meant he wished | polish, tested the echo and came out again. Aziz was<|quote|>"pretty sure they should come on some interesting old carvings soon,"</|quote|>but only meant he wished there were some carvings. His | contented themselves with the big group of caves. _En route_ for these, they encountered several isolated caves, which the guide persuaded them to visit, but really there was nothing to see; they lit a match, admired its reflection in the polish, tested the echo and came out again. Aziz was<|quote|>"pretty sure they sh... | hotter water is trickling constantly, the temperature rose and rose, the boulders said, "I am alive," the small stones answered, "I am almost alive." Between the chinks lay the ashes of little plants. They meant to climb to the rocking-stone on the summit, but it was too far, and they contented themselves with the big ... | She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she thought, "I am going to be ill," to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She lost all interest, even in Aziz, and the affectionate and sincere words that she had spoken to hi... | same, the serpent would descend and return to the ceiling. Devils are of the North, and poems can be written about them, but no one could romanticize the Marabar because it robbed infinity and eternity of their vastness, the only quality that accommodates them to mankind. She tried to go on with her letter, reminding h... | so you and I will go together, and leave Mrs. Moore here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming... | the rest of the world would go on. But suddenly, at the edge of her mind, Religion appeared, poor little talkative Christianity, and she knew that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never compre... | A Passage To India |
but only meant he wished there were some carvings. His deeper thoughts were about the breakfast. Symptoms of disorganization had appeared as he left the camp. He ran over the menu: an English breakfast, porridge and mutton chops, but some Indian dishes to cause conversation, and pan afterwards. He had never liked Miss ... | No speaker | some interesting old carvings soon,"<|quote|>but only meant he wished there were some carvings. His deeper thoughts were about the breakfast. Symptoms of disorganization had appeared as he left the camp. He ran over the menu: an English breakfast, porridge and mutton chops, but some Indian dishes to cause conversation,... | sure they should come on some interesting old carvings soon,"<|quote|>but only meant he wished there were some carvings. His deeper thoughts were about the breakfast. Symptoms of disorganization had appeared as he left the camp. He ran over the menu: an English breakfast, porridge and mutton chops, but some Indian dish... | these, they encountered several isolated caves, which the guide persuaded them to visit, but really there was nothing to see; they lit a match, admired its reflection in the polish, tested the echo and came out again. Aziz was "pretty sure they should come on some interesting old carvings soon,"<|quote|>but only meant ... | boulders said, "I am alive," the small stones answered, "I am almost alive." Between the chinks lay the ashes of little plants. They meant to climb to the rocking-stone on the summit, but it was too far, and they contented themselves with the big group of caves. _En route_ for these, they encountered several isolated c... | up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she thought, "I am going to be ill," to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She lost all interest, even in Aziz, and the affectionate and sincere words that she had spoken to him seemed no longer hers but the air's. CHAPTER XV Miss Quested and... | are of the North, and poems can be written about them, but no one could romanticize the Marabar because it robbed infinity and eternity of their vastness, the only quality that accommodates them to mankind. She tried to go on with her letter, reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early... | here, and we will not be long, yet we will not hurry, because we know that will be her wish." "Quite right. I'm sorry not to come too, but I'm a poor walker." "Dear Mrs. Moore, what does anything matter so long as you are my guests? I am very glad you are _not_ coming, which sounds strange, but you are treating me with... | the Marabar because it robbed infinity and eternity of their vastness, the only quality that accommodates them to mankind. She tried to go on with her letter, reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early in the morning and journeyed too far, that the despair creeping over her was merely... | A Passage To India |
"What about love?" | Adela Quested | an inverted saucer, she thought,<|quote|>"What about love?"</|quote|>The rock was nicked by | over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought,<|quote|>"What about love?"</|quote|>The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, | and profitable. She mustn't be too theoretical; she would deal with each problem as it came up, and trust to Ronny's common sense and her own. Luckily, each had abundance of common sense and good will. But as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought,<|quote|>"What about love?"</|quote|>The ... | business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and prof... | Indian dishes to cause conversation, and pan afterwards. He had never liked Miss Quested as much as Mrs. Moore, and had little to say to her, less than ever now that she would marry a British official. Nor had Adela much to say to him. If his mind was with the breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Simla next we... | sincere words that she had spoken to him seemed no longer hers but the air's. CHAPTER XV Miss Quested and Aziz and a guide continued the slightly tedious expedition. They did not talk much, for the sun was getting high. The air felt like a warm bath into which hotter water is trickling constantly, the temperature rose ... | repeat that experience. The more she thought over it, the more disagreeable and frightening it became. She minded it much more now than at the time. The crush and the smells she could forget, but the echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, ... | the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she thought... | A Passage To India |
The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other. | No speaker | she thought, "What about love?"<|quote|>The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other.</|quot... | that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?"<|quote|>The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, t... | mustn't be too theoretical; she would deal with each problem as it came up, and trust to Ronny's common sense and her own. Luckily, each had abundance of common sense and good will. But as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?"<|quote|>The rock was nicked by a double r... | life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She must... | cause conversation, and pan afterwards. He had never liked Miss Quested as much as Mrs. Moore, and had little to say to her, less than ever now that she would marry a British official. Nor had Adela much to say to him. If his mind was with the breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Simla next week, get rid of An... | she had spoken to him seemed no longer hers but the air's. CHAPTER XV Miss Quested and Aziz and a guide continued the slightly tedious expedition. They did not talk much, for the sun was getting high. The air felt like a warm bath into which hotter water is trickling constantly, the temperature rose and rose, the bould... | The more she thought over it, the more disagreeable and frightening it became. She minded it much more now than at the time. The crush and the smells she could forget, but the echo began in some indescribable way to undermine her hold on life. Coming at a moment when she chanced to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur... | air's. CHAPTER XV Miss Quested and Aziz and a guide continued the slightly tedious expedition. They did not talk much, for the sun was getting high. The air felt like a warm bath into which hotter water is trickling constantly, the temperature rose and rose, the boulders said, "I am alive," the small stones answered, "... | A Passage To India |
"Do I take you too fast?" | Dr. Aziz | did not love each other.<|quote|>"Do I take you too fast?"</|quote|>enquired Aziz, for she had | She and Ronny no, they did not love each other.<|quote|>"Do I take you too fast?"</|quote|>enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on | was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other.<|quote|>"Do I take you too fast?"</|quote|>enquired Azi... | too theoretical; she would deal with each problem as it came up, and trust to Ronny's common sense and her own. Luckily, each had abundance of common sense and good will. But as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, an... | with her marriage. Simla next week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficult... | temperature rose and rose, the boulders said, "I am alive," the small stones answered, "I am almost alive." Between the chinks lay the ashes of little plants. They meant to climb to the rocking-stone on the summit, but it was too far, and they contented themselves with the big group of caves. _En route_ for these, they... | to be fatigued, it had managed to murmur, "Pathos, piety, courage they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value." If one had spoken vileness in that place, or quoted lofty poetry, the comment would have been the same "ou-boum." If one had spoken with the tongues of angels and plea... | they should come on some interesting old carvings soon," but only meant he wished there were some carvings. His deeper thoughts were about the breakfast. Symptoms of disorganization had appeared as he left the camp. He ran over the menu: an English breakfast, porridge and mutton chops, but some Indian dishes to cause c... | A Passage To India |
enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think o... | No speaker | I take you too fast?"<|quote|>enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until ... | not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?"<|quote|>enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked on... | of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?"<|quote|>enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful ex... | each problem as it came up, and trust to Ronny's common sense and her own. Luckily, each had abundance of common sense and good will. But as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested ... | get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her... | said, "I am alive," the small stones answered, "I am almost alive." Between the chinks lay the ashes of little plants. They meant to climb to the rocking-stone on the summit, but it was too far, and they contented themselves with the big group of caves. _En route_ for these, they encountered several isolated caves, whi... | to murmur, "Pathos, piety, courage they exist, but are identical, and so is filth. Everything exists, nothing has value." If one had spoken vileness in that place, or quoted lofty poetry, the comment would have been the same "ou-boum." If one had spoken with the tongues of angels and pleaded for all the unhappiness and... | children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she thought, "I am going to be ill," to comfort herself, then she surrendered to the vision. She lost all interest, even in A... | A Passage To India |
"No, I'm all right, thanks," | Adela Quested | marriages would survive the honeymoon.<|quote|>"No, I'm all right, thanks,"</|quote|>she said, and, her emotions | If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon.<|quote|>"No, I'm all right, thanks,"</|quote|>she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the | the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; besides, she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon.<|quote|>"No, I'm all right,... | man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought s... | that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did ... | breakfast, porridge and mutton chops, but some Indian dishes to cause conversation, and pan afterwards. He had never liked Miss Quested as much as Mrs. Moore, and had little to say to her, less than ever now that she would marry a British official. Nor had Adela much to say to him. If his mind was with the breakfast, h... | to mankind. She tried to go on with her letter, reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early in the morning and journeyed too far, that the despair creeping over her was merely her despair, her personal weakness, and that even if she got a sunstroke and went mad the rest of the world wo... | real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She mustn't be too theoretical; she woul... | A Passage To India |
she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. | No speaker | "No, I'm all right, thanks,"<|quote|>she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity.</|quote|>"Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" | marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks,"<|quote|>she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity.</|quote|>"Ar... | was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; besides, she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks,"<|quote|>she said, and, her... | Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement... | she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other. "Do I take you... | but some Indian dishes to cause conversation, and pan afterwards. He had never liked Miss Quested as much as Mrs. Moore, and had little to say to her, less than ever now that she would marry a British official. Nor had Adela much to say to him. If his mind was with the breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Siml... | go on with her letter, reminding herself that she was only an elderly woman who had got up too early in the morning and journeyed too far, that the despair creeping over her was merely her despair, her personal weakness, and that even if she got a sunstroke and went mad the rest of the world would go on. But suddenly, ... | she would deal with each problem as it came up, and trust to Ronny's common sense and her own. Luckily, each had abundance of common sense and good will. But as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the que... | A Passage To India |
"Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" | Adela Quested | a personal centre of gravity.<|quote|>"Are you married, Dr. Aziz?"</|quote|>she asked, stopping again, and | about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity.<|quote|>"Are you married, Dr. Aziz?"</|quote|>she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come | survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity.<|quote|>"Are you married, Dr. Aziz?"... | at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; besides, she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all r... | of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it ... | much to say to him. If his mind was with the breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Simla next week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the mor... | even if she got a sunstroke and went mad the rest of the world would go on. But suddenly, at the edge of her mind, Religion appeared, poor little talkative Christianity, and she knew that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larg... | as he left the camp. He ran over the menu: an English breakfast, porridge and mutton chops, but some Indian dishes to cause conversation, and pan afterwards. He had never liked Miss Quested as much as Mrs. Moore, and had little to say to her, less than ever now that she would marry a British official. Nor had Adela muc... | A Passage To India |
she asked, stopping again, and frowning. | No speaker | "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>she asked, stopping again, and frowning.</|quote|>"Yes, indeed, do come and | a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>she asked, stopping again, and frowning.</|quote|>"Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he | all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?"<|quote|>she asked, stopping again, and ... | that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; besides, she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, ... | She and Ronny no, they did not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not ev... | If his mind was with the breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Simla next week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business o... | sunstroke and went mad the rest of the world would go on. But suddenly, at the edge of her mind, Religion appeared, poor little talkative Christianity, and she knew that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the... | They meant to climb to the rocking-stone on the summit, but it was too far, and they contented themselves with the big group of caves. _En route_ for these, they encountered several isolated caves, which the guide persuaded them to visit, but really there was nothing to see; they lit a match, admired its reflection in ... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" | Dr. Aziz | asked, stopping again, and frowning.<|quote|>"Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife"</|quote|>for he felt it more | you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning.<|quote|>"Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife"</|quote|>for he felt it more artistic to have his wife | her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning.<|quote|>"Yes, indeed, do come and... | she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; besides, she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under contr... | not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself th... | breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Simla next week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore... | of the world would go on. But suddenly, at the edge of her mind, Religion appeared, poor little talkative Christianity, and she knew that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible ... | had never liked Miss Quested as much as Mrs. Moore, and had little to say to her, less than ever now that she would marry a British official. Nor had Adela much to say to him. If his mind was with the breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Simla next week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding be... | A Passage To India |
for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. | No speaker | come and see my wife"<|quote|>for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment.</|quote|>"Thank you," she said absently. | and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife"<|quote|>for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment.</|quote|>"Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore | though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife"<|quote|>for he felt it more artistic to have h... | inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; besides, she wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a ... | too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else... | next week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitati... | at the edge of her mind, Religion appeared, poor little talkative Christianity, and she knew that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to h... | as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. S... | A Passage To India |
"Thank you," | Adela Quested | wife alive for a moment.<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>she said absently. "She is | more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment.<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." | the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment.<|quote|>"Thank you,"</|quote|>she said absently. "S... | wasn't convinced that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizar... | The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the spark... | in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she ... | knew that all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized th... | Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak p... | A Passage To India |
she said absently. | No speaker | for a moment. "Thank you,"<|quote|>she said absently.</|quote|>"She is not in Chandrapore | to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you,"<|quote|>she said absently.</|quote|>"She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you | like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you,"<|quote|>she said absently.</|quote|>"She is not in... | that love is necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered a... | had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. The... | see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could contro... | all its divine words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she did... | her, less than ever now that she would marry a British official. Nor had Adela much to say to him. If his mind was with the breakfast, hers was mainly with her marriage. Simla next week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the processi... | A Passage To India |
"She is not in Chandrapore just now." | Dr. Aziz | "Thank you," she said absently.<|quote|>"She is not in Chandrapore just now."</|quote|>"And have you children?" "Yes, | wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently.<|quote|>"She is not in Chandrapore just now."</|quote|>"And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in | and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently.<|quote|>"She is not in Chandrapore just now."... | necessary to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if go... | suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was estee... | comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishne... | words from "Let there be Light" to "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to wri... | resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not l... | A Passage To India |
"And have you children?" | Adela Quested | not in Chandrapore just now."<|quote|>"And have you children?"</|quote|>"Yes, indeed, three," he replied | she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now."<|quote|>"And have you children?"</|quote|>"Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones. "Are they | a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now."<|quote|>"And have you children?"</|quote|>"Ye... | is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "... | whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emot... | before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail again... | "It is finished" only amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to ... | week, get rid of Antony, a view of Thibet, tiresome wedding bells, Agra in October, see Mrs. Moore comfortably off from Bombay the procession passed before her again, blurred by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations a... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, indeed, three," | Dr. Aziz | now." "And have you children?"<|quote|>"Yes, indeed, three,"</|quote|>he replied in firmer tones. | is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?"<|quote|>"Yes, indeed, three,"</|quote|>he replied in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure | gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?"<|quote|>"Yes, indeed, three,"</|quote|>he... | would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" s... | Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was... | by the heat, and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb... | amounted to "boum." Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyon... | limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She mustn't be too theoretical; she would deal with each problem as it ... | A Passage To India |
he replied in firmer tones. | No speaker | you children?" "Yes, indeed, three,"<|quote|>he replied in firmer tones.</|quote|>"Are they a great pleasure | Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three,"<|quote|>he replied in firmer tones.</|quote|>"Are they a great pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I | married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three,"<|quote|>he replied in firmer tones.</... | honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping... | the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Oug... | and then she turned to the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their... | Then she was terrified over an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God... | too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else... | A Passage To India |
"Are they a great pleasure to you?" | Adela Quested | he replied in firmer tones.<|quote|>"Are they a great pleasure to you?"</|quote|>"Why, naturally, I adore them," | you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones.<|quote|>"Are they a great pleasure to you?"</|quote|>"Why, naturally, I adore them," he laughed. "I suppose so." | stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones.<|quote|>"Are they a great pleasure to yo... | thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, ind... | marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her eng... | the more serious business of her life at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to ... | an area larger than usual; the universe, never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with ho... | sense and her own. Luckily, each had abundance of common sense and good will. But as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, th... | A Passage To India |
"Why, naturally, I adore them," | Dr. Aziz | a great pleasure to you?"<|quote|>"Why, naturally, I adore them,"</|quote|>he laughed. "I suppose so." | in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure to you?"<|quote|>"Why, naturally, I adore them,"</|quote|>he laughed. "I suppose so." What a handsome little Oriental | come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure to you?"<|quote|>"Why, naturally, I adore them,"</|quote|>he... | under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt ... | this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined t... | at Chandrapore. There were real difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She mustn't b... | never comprehensible to her intellect, offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came u... | that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and ani... | A Passage To India |
he laughed. | No speaker | "Why, naturally, I adore them,"<|quote|>he laughed.</|quote|>"I suppose so." What a | a great pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I adore them,"<|quote|>he laughed.</|quote|>"I suppose so." What a handsome little Oriental he was, | for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I adore them,"<|quote|>he laughed.</|quote|>"I suppose s... | though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife ... | have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would caus... | difficulties here Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She mustn't be too theoretical; she would dea... | offered no repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a dif... | take you too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked oneself the question until now! Somet... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose so." | Dr. Aziz | I adore them," he laughed.<|quote|>"I suppose so."</|quote|>What a handsome little Oriental | pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I adore them," he laughed.<|quote|>"I suppose so."</|quote|>What a handsome little Oriental he was, and no doubt | felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I adore them," he laughed.<|quote|>"I suppose so."</|quote|>Wha... | felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a... | oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much t... | Ronny's limitations and her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She mustn't be too theoretical; she would deal with each proble... | repose to her soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. Fo... | some interesting old carvings soon," but only meant he wished there were some carvings. His deeper thoughts were about the breakfast. Symptoms of disorganization had appeared as he left the camp. He ran over the menu: an English breakfast, porridge and mutton chops, but some Indian dishes to cause conversation, and pan... | A Passage To India |
What a handsome little Oriental he was, and no doubt his wife and children were beautiful too, for people usually get what they already possess. She did not admire him with any personal warmth, for there was nothing of the vagrant in her blood, but she guessed he might attract women of his own race and rank, and she re... | No speaker | he laughed. "I suppose so."<|quote|>What a handsome little Oriental he was, and no doubt his wife and children were beautiful too, for people usually get what they already possess. She did not admire him with any personal warmth, for there was nothing of the vagrant in her blood, but she guessed he might attract women ... | "Why, naturally, I adore them," he laughed. "I suppose so."<|quote|>What a handsome little Oriental he was, and no doubt his wife and children were beautiful too, for people usually get what they already possess. She did not admire him with any personal warmth, for there was nothing of the vagrant in her blood, but she... | artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I adore them," he laughed. "I suppose so."<|quote|>What a handsome little Or... | dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by a personal centre of gravity. "Are you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "T... | until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; bes... | her own but she enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She mustn't be too theoretical; she would deal with each problem as it came up, and tru... | soul, the mood of the last two months took definite form at last, and she realized that she didn't want to write to her children, didn't want to communicate with anyone, not even with God. She sat motionless with horror, and, when old Mohammed Latif came up to her, thought he would notice a difference. For a time she t... | it came up, and trust to Ronny's common sense and her own. Luckily, each had abundance of common sense and good will. But as she toiled over a rock that resembled an inverted saucer, she thought, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where h... | A Passage To India |
"Have you one wife or more than one?" | Adela Quested | her honest, decent, inquisitive way:<|quote|>"Have you one wife or more than one?"</|quote|>The question shocked the young | of marriage and said in her honest, decent, inquisitive way:<|quote|>"Have you one wife or more than one?"</|quote|>The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged | thick hair, a fine skin. Probably this man had several wives Mohammedans always insist on their full four, according to Mrs. Turton. And having no one else to speak to on that eternal rock, she gave rein to the subject of marriage and said in her honest, decent, inquisitive way:<|quote|>"Have you one wife or more than ... | not admire him with any personal warmth, for there was nothing of the vagrant in her blood, but she guessed he might attract women of his own race and rank, and she regretted that neither she nor Ronny had physical charm. It does make a difference in a relationship beauty, thick hair, a fine skin. Probably this man had... | you married, Dr. Aziz?" she asked, stopping again, and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones. "Are ... | the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out... | air felt like a warm bath into which hotter water is trickling constantly, the temperature rose and rose, the boulders said, "I am alive," the small stones answered, "I am almost alive." Between the chinks lay the ashes of little plants. They meant to climb to the rocking-stone on the summit, but it was too far, and th... | about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row of footholds, and somehow the question was suggested by them. Where had she seen footholds before? Oh yes, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's car. She and Ronny no, they did not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?" enquire... | A Passage To India |
The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged a new conviction of his community, and new convictions are more sensitive than old. If she had said, "Do you worship one god or several?" he would not have objected. But to ask an educated Indian Moslem how many wives he has appalling, hideous! He was in troub... | No speaker | wife or more than one?"<|quote|>The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged a new conviction of his community, and new convictions are more sensitive than old. If she had said, "Do you worship one god or several?" he would not have objected. But to ask an educated Indian Moslem how many wives he has app... | inquisitive way: "Have you one wife or more than one?"<|quote|>The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged a new conviction of his community, and new convictions are more sensitive than old. If she had said, "Do you worship one god or several?" he would not have objected. But to ask an educated Indian M... | had several wives Mohammedans always insist on their full four, according to Mrs. Turton. And having no one else to speak to on that eternal rock, she gave rein to the subject of marriage and said in her honest, decent, inquisitive way: "Have you one wife or more than one?"<|quote|>The question shocked the young man ve... | there was nothing of the vagrant in her blood, but she guessed he might attract women of his own race and rank, and she regretted that neither she nor Ronny had physical charm. It does make a difference in a relationship beauty, thick hair, a fine skin. Probably this man had several wives Mohammedans always insist on t... | and frowning. "Yes, indeed, do come and see my wife" for he felt it more artistic to have his wife alive for a moment. "Thank you," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now." "And have you children?" "Yes, indeed, three," he replied in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I a... | they did not love each other. "Do I take you too fast?" enquired Aziz, for she had paused, a doubtful expression on her face. The discovery had come so suddenly that she felt like a mountaineer whose rope had broken. Not to love the man one's going to marry! Not to find it out till this moment! Not even to have asked o... | hotter water is trickling constantly, the temperature rose and rose, the boulders said, "I am alive," the small stones answered, "I am almost alive." Between the chinks lay the ashes of little plants. They meant to climb to the rocking-stone on the summit, but it was too far, and they contented themselves with the big ... | to a successful union. If love is everything, few marriages would survive the honeymoon. "No, I'm all right, thanks," she said, and, her emotions well under control, resumed the climb, though she felt a bit dashed. Aziz held her hand, the guide adhered to the surface like a lizard and scampered about as if governed by ... | A Passage To India |
"One, one in my own particular case," | Dr. Aziz | how to conceal his confusion.<|quote|>"One, one in my own particular case,"</|quote|>he sputtered, and let go | hideous! He was in trouble how to conceal his confusion.<|quote|>"One, one in my own particular case,"</|quote|>he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a | of his community, and new convictions are more sensitive than old. If she had said, "Do you worship one god or several?" he would not have objected. But to ask an educated Indian Moslem how many wives he has appalling, hideous! He was in trouble how to conceal his confusion.<|quote|>"One, one in my own particular case,... | Turton. And having no one else to speak to on that eternal rock, she gave rein to the subject of marriage and said in her honest, decent, inquisitive way: "Have you one wife or more than one?" The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged a new conviction of his community, and new convictions are more sen... | suppose so." What a handsome little Oriental he was, and no doubt his wife and children were beautiful too, for people usually get what they already possess. She did not admire him with any personal warmth, for there was nothing of the vagrant in her blood, but she guessed he might attract women of his own race and ran... | the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble t... | encountered several isolated caves, which the guide persuaded them to visit, but really there was nothing to see; they lit a match, admired its reflection in the polish, tested the echo and came out again. Aziz was "pretty sure they should come on some interesting old carvings soon," but only meant he wished there were... | enjoyed facing difficulties, and decided that if she could control her peevishness (always her weak point), and neither rail against Anglo-India nor succumb to it, their married life ought to be happy and profitable. She mustn't be too theoretical; she would deal with each problem as it came up, and trust to Ronny's co... | A Passage To India |
he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, | No speaker | in my own particular case,"<|quote|>he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking,</|quote|>"Damn the English even at | conceal his confusion. "One, one in my own particular case,"<|quote|>he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking,</|quote|>"Damn the English even at their best," he plunged into | more sensitive than old. If she had said, "Do you worship one god or several?" he would not have objected. But to ask an educated Indian Moslem how many wives he has appalling, hideous! He was in trouble how to conceal his confusion. "One, one in my own particular case,"<|quote|>he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Qu... | speak to on that eternal rock, she gave rein to the subject of marriage and said in her honest, decent, inquisitive way: "Have you one wife or more than one?" The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged a new conviction of his community, and new convictions are more sensitive than old. If she had said, ... | he was, and no doubt his wife and children were beautiful too, for people usually get what they already possess. She did not admire him with any personal warmth, for there was nothing of the vagrant in her blood, but she guessed he might attract women of his own race and rank, and she regretted that neither she nor Ron... | think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would cause so much trouble to others; besides, she wasn't convinced th... | persuaded them to visit, but really there was nothing to see; they lit a match, admired its reflection in the polish, tested the echo and came out again. Aziz was "pretty sure they should come on some interesting old carvings soon," but only meant he wished there were some carvings. His deeper thoughts were about the b... | to have asked oneself the question until now! Something else to think out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood still, her eyes on the sparkling rock. There was esteem and animal contact at dusk, but the emotion that links them was absent. Ought she to break her engagement off? She was inclined to think not it would c... | A Passage To India |
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