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"Damn the English even at their best," | Dr. Aziz | of the track, and thinking,<|quote|>"Damn the English even at their best,"</|quote|>he plunged into one of | caves were at the top of the track, and thinking,<|quote|>"Damn the English even at their best,"</|quote|>he plunged into one of them to recover his balance. | 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," 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,"</|quote|>... | "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, "Do you worship one god or several?" he would not have objected. But to ask an educated Indian Moslem how many wives he h... | 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... | 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 righ... | 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 breakfast. Symptoms of disorganization had appeared as he left the camp. He ran over the menu: an English breakfast, porridge ... | 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, "What about love?" The rock was nicked by a double row o... | A Passage To India |
he plunged into one of them to recover his balance. She followed at her leisure, quite unconscious that she had said the wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind | No speaker | English even at their best,"<|quote|>he plunged into one of them to recover his balance. She followed at her leisure, quite unconscious that she had said the wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind</|quote|>"sight-seeing bores me," and wondering | track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their best,"<|quote|>he plunged into one of them to recover his balance. She followed at her leisure, quite unconscious that she had said the wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind</|quote|>"sight-seeing bores me," and wonde... | wives he has appalling, hideous! He was in trouble how to conceal his confusion. "One, one in my own particular case," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their best,"<|quote|>he plunged into one of them to recover his balan... | 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, "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... | 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 several wives Mohammedans always insist ... | 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, and, her emotion... | 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 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 ... | 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," he laughed. "I suppose so." What a handso... | A Passage To India |
"sight-seeing bores me," | Adela Quested | thinking with half her mind<|quote|>"sight-seeing bores me,"</|quote|>and wondering with the other | also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind<|quote|>"sight-seeing bores me,"</|quote|>and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI | the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their best," he plunged into one of them to recover his balance. She followed at her leisure, quite unconscious that she had said the wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind<|quote|>"sight-seeing bores me,"</|quote|>and w... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their be... | in a relationship beauty, 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: "Have you one ... | 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. "Are you married... | 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 much to say to him. If his ... | 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 she to break her ... | A Passage To India |
and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he... | No speaker | her mind "sight-seeing bores me,"<|quote|>and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his ... | a cave, thinking with half her mind "sight-seeing bores me,"<|quote|>and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found ... | thinking, "Damn the English even at their best," he plunged into one of them to recover his balance. She followed at her leisure, quite unconscious that she had said the wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind "sight-seeing bores me,"<|quote|>and wondering with the other ... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their best," he plunged int... | beauty, 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: "Have you one wife or more than ... | 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?" she ask... | 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 much to say to him. If his mind was with... | 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," he laughed. "I suppose so." What a handsome l... | A Passage To India |
"Which cave?" | Dr. Aziz | had gone into a cave.<|quote|>"Which cave?"</|quote|>He indicated the group vaguely. | The guide explained that she had gone into a cave.<|quote|>"Which cave?"</|quote|>He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her | doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave.<|quote|>"Which cave?"</|quote|>He indicated the group va... | glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the plac... | half her mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his hea... | make a difference in a relationship beauty, 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 w... | 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, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab B... | she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned... | A Passage To India |
He indicated the group vaguely. | No speaker | into a cave. "Which cave?"<|quote|>He indicated the group vaguely.</|quote|>"You should have kept her | explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?"<|quote|>He indicated the group vaguely.</|quote|>"You should have kept her in sight, it was your | would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?"<|quote|>He indicated the group vaguely.</|quote|>"Y... | the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the... | mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one ... | difference in a relationship beauty, 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: "Ha... | 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, they were the pattern traced in the dust by the wheels of the Nawab Bahadur's ca... | 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 trouble how to conceal his con... | A Passage To India |
"You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," | Dr. Aziz | He indicated the group vaguely.<|quote|>"You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty,"</|quote|>said Aziz severely. "Here are | into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely.<|quote|>"You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty,"</|quote|>said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How | them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely.<|quote|>"You should have kept her in sight, it was yo... | coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerat... | wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he sai... | 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: "Have you one wife or more than one?" Th... | 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. She and Ronny no, th... | 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 adore them," he laughed. "I suppose s... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz severely. | No speaker | sight, it was your duty,"<|quote|>said Aziz severely.</|quote|>"Here are twelve caves at | should have kept her in sight, it was your duty,"<|quote|>said Aziz severely.</|quote|>"Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to | path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty,"<|quote|>said Aziz severely.</|quote|>"Here are twelve cav... | not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills... | in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were n... | 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?" The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged a n... | 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?" enquired Aziz... | 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 their full four, according to Mrs. Turton. And having no one else to spea... | A Passage To India |
"Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" | Dr. Aziz | your duty," said Aziz severely.<|quote|>"Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?"</|quote|>The same vague gesture. And | her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely.<|quote|>"Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?"</|quote|>The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not | elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely.<|quote|>"Here are twelve caves at least. How am I t... | good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran b... | a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the ou... | 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?" The question shocked the young man very much. It challenged a new conviction of his commu... | 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?" enquired Aziz, for she had pa... | had said the wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draugh... | A Passage To India |
The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, | No speaker | cave I was in myself?"<|quote|>The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought,</|quote|>"Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is | my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?"<|quote|>The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought,</|quote|>"Merciful Heavens, M... | she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?"<|quote|>The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could... | disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indic... | or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming tow... | 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, "Do you worship one god or several?" he would... | 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?" 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 broke... | draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was ... | A Passage To India |
"Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," | Dr. Aziz | the same size. He thought,<|quote|>"Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost,"</|quote|>then pulled himself together, and | and the orifices were always the same size. He thought,<|quote|>"Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost,"</|quote|>then pulled himself together, and began to look for her | guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought,<|quote|>"Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested ... | strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same v... | the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as i... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a nu... | 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 out. Vexed rather than appalled, she stood stil... | in firmer tones. "Are they a great pleasure to you?" "Why, naturally, I adore them," he laughed. "I 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... | A Passage To India |
then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. | No speaker | Heavens, Miss Quested is lost,"<|quote|>then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly.</|quote|>"Shout!" he commanded. When they | same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost,"<|quote|>then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly.</|quote|>"Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, | was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost,"<|quote|>then pulled himse... | guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking... | Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it woul... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of... | 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... | cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on t... | A Passage To India |
"Shout!" | Dr. Aziz | to look for her calmly.<|quote|>"Shout!"</|quote|>he commanded. When they had | pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly.<|quote|>"Shout!"</|quote|>he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the | could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly.<|quote|>"Shout!"</|quote|>... | He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same gr... | the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at thei... | 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 emotion th... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were a... | A Passage To India |
he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this... | No speaker | look for her calmly. "Shout!"<|quote|>he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zig... | himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!"<|quote|>he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was... | not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!"<|quote|>he commanded. W... | indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group... | plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the puk... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their be... | 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 emotion that li... | 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 their full four, according to Mrs. Turton. And having no one else to spea... | A Passage To India |
"Come here!" | Dr. Aziz | the entrance of a gully.<|quote|>"Come here!"</|quote|>he called gently, and when | pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully.<|quote|>"Come here!"</|quote|>he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, | partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tracks. He tried to go into every one, but he never knew where he had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully.<|quote|>"Come here!"</|quote|>he called gently, and when ... | her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of ... | "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned ... | half her mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his hea... | 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 personal centre of gravi... | disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indic... | A Passage To India |
he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, | No speaker | of a gully. "Come here!"<|quote|>he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought,</|quote|>"This is the end of | some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!"<|quote|>he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought,</|quote|>"This is the end of my career, my guest is | terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tracks. He tried to go into every one, but he never knew where he had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!"<|quote|>he called gently, and when the guide was in r... | "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that... | He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same gr... | mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one ... | 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. "Are... | Moslem how many wives he has appalling, hideous! He was in trouble how to conceal his confusion. "One, one in my own particular case," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their best," he plunged into one of them to recover h... | A Passage To India |
"This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." | Dr. Aziz | was left alone. He thought,<|quote|>"This is the end of my career, my guest is lost."</|quote|>And then he discovered the | The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought,<|quote|>"This is the end of my career, my guest is lost."</|quote|>And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of | had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought,<|quote|>"This is the end of my career, my guest is lost."</... | Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tracks. He tried to go into every one, but he never knew where he had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pair... | know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens... | remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling ... | 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. "Thank you... | half her mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his hea... | A Passage To India |
And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking... | No speaker | career, my guest is lost."<|quote|>And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain,... | is the end of my career, my guest is lost."<|quote|>And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she... | some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost."<|quote|>And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the... | clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tracks. He tried to go into every one, but he never knew where he had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" ... | in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together,... | the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car ... | 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," she said absently. "She is not in Chandrapore just now.... | CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a ... | A Passage To India |
"Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" | Dr. Aziz | not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding.<|quote|>"Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!"</|quote|>he cried, dropping the "Mr." | beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding.<|quote|>"Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!"</|quote|>he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And | So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding.<|quote|>"Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!"<... | instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of... | lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much ... | calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of groo... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even a... | not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a ... | A Passage To India |
he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cookin... | No speaker | I have so wanted you!"<|quote|>he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all th... | Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!"<|quote|>he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady wa... | the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!"<|quote|>he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the fir... | steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, an... | did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's f... | done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tra... | 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," he sputtered, and let go of her hand. Quite a number of caves were at the top of the track, and thinking, "Damn the English even at their best," he plunged into one o... | exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, i... | A Passage To India |
"Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" | Miss Derek | at the post office, said,<|quote|>"Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?"</|quote|>heard how he missed the | had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said,<|quote|>"Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?"</|quote|>heard how he missed the train, offered to run him | no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said,<|quote|>"Why hav... | and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the tra... | tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he he... | where he had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." ... | quite unconscious that she had said the wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted ... | the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves ap... | A Passage To India |
heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . | No speaker | you gone to the Marabar?"<|quote|>heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elepha... | post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?"<|quote|>heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek ... | the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?"<|quote|>heard how he missed the... | saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in t... | his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he c... | caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." And then he discovered the simple and s... | wrong thing, and not seeing him, she also went into a cave, thinking with half her mind "sight-seeing bores me," and wondering with the other half about marriage. CHAPTER XVI He waited in his cave a minute, and lit a cigarette, so that he could remark on rejoining her, "I bolted in to get out of the draught," or someth... | down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried t... | A Passage To India |
"Aziz, can I have a drink?" | Cyril Fielding | in person. . . .<|quote|>"Aziz, can I have a drink?"</|quote|>"Certainly not." He flew to | her the way. The elephant in person. . . .<|quote|>"Aziz, can I have a drink?"</|quote|>"Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called | him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . .<|quote|>"Aziz, can I have a drink?"</|quote|>"Certainly not.... | car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice En... | catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh,... | discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another ... | something of the sort. When he returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming toward... | guest is lost." And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between roc... | A Passage To India |
"Certainly not." | Dr. Aziz | can I have a drink?"<|quote|>"Certainly not."</|quote|>He flew to get one. | person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?"<|quote|>"Certainly not."</|quote|>He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, | English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?"<|quote|>"Certainly not."</|quote|>He flew to get one. "Mr. Fieldi... | lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left ... | So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried... | of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think he... | returned, he found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapor... | clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tracks. He tried to go into every one, but he never knew where he had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" ... | A Passage To India |
He flew to get one. | No speaker | have a drink?" "Certainly not."<|quote|>He flew to get one.</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, | . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not."<|quote|>He flew to get one.</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; | Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not."<|quote|>He flew to get one.</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding!" called Mr... | Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car ... | scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, drop... | mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her condu... | found the guide, alone, with his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But t... | lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much ... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Fielding!" | Mrs. Moore | He flew to get one.<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding!"</|quote|>called Mrs. Moore, from her | have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one.<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding!"</|quote|>called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had | car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one.<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding!"</|quote|>called Mrs. Moore, from her patch ... | the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found... | the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time.... | She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden change... | his head on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view... | the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide... | A Passage To India |
called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. | No speaker | to get one. "Mr. Fielding!"<|quote|>called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill.</|quote|>"Good morning again!" he cried, | drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!"<|quote|>called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill.</|quote|>"Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. | chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!"<|quote|>called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they ha... | leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car co... | towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his ... | joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of pla... | on one side. He had heard a noise, he said, and then Aziz heard it too: the noise of a motor-car. They were now on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, b... | he had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." And th... | A Passage To India |
"Good morning again!" | Cyril Fielding | the torrent from the hill.<|quote|>"Good morning again!"</|quote|>he cried, relieved to find | his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill.<|quote|>"Good morning again!"</|quote|>he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have | show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill.<|quote|>"Good morning again!"</|quote|>he cried, relieve... | the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . ... | it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had com... | gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone toward... | on the outer shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared a... | hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the... | A Passage To India |
he cried, relieved to find all well. | No speaker | the hill. "Good morning again!"<|quote|>he cried, relieved to find all well.</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, have you seen | coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!"<|quote|>he cried, relieved to find all well.</|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only | way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!"<|quote|>he cried, relieved to find all well.</|... | how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a ... | an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the n... | glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, a... | shoulder of the Kawa Dol, and by scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nea... | so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment befo... | A Passage To India |
"Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" | Mrs. Moore | relieved to find all well.<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"But I've only just arrived. | "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well.<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do | . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well.<|quote|>"Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Q... | run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to ... | joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that o... | framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of someth... | scrambling twenty yards they got a glimpse of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almos... | was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment ... | A Passage To India |
"But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" | Cyril Fielding | have you seen Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"But I've only just arrived. Where is she?"</|quote|>"I do not know." "Aziz! | find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"But I've only just arrived. Where is she?"</|quote|>"I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss | "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"But I've only just a... | English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. ... | "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter,... | lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much ... | of the plain. A car was coming towards the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where ... | of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had ... | A Passage To India |
"I do not know." | Mrs. Moore | just arrived. Where is she?"<|quote|>"I do not know."</|quote|>"Aziz! Where have you put | Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?"<|quote|>"I do not know."</|quote|>"Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who | Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?"<|quote|>"I do not know."</|... | and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had no... | cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking t... | not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field... | the hills down the Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path,... | So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried... | A Passage To India |
"Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" | Mrs. Moore | she?" "I do not know."<|quote|>"Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?"</|quote|>Aziz, who was returning with | only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know."<|quote|>"Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?"</|quote|>Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, | from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know."<|quote|>"Aziz! Where have you put Miss Q... | found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arr... | for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss D... | odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were ly... | Chandrapore road. But they could not get a good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant h... | he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smil... | A Passage To India |
Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. | No speaker | you put Miss Quested to?"<|quote|>Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest.</|quote|>"Oh, she's ... | not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?"<|quote|>Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvite... | spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?"<|quote|>Aziz, who was returning wi... | course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent fro... | to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at... | supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an e... | good view of it, because the precipitous bastion curved at the top, so that the base was not easily seen and the car disappeared as it came nearer. No doubt it would stop almost exactly beneath them, at the place where the pukka road degenerated into a path, and the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran b... | had started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." And then ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, she's all right," | Dr. Aziz | but brought an uninvited guest.<|quote|>"Oh, she's all right,"</|quote|>he said; "she went down | Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest.<|quote|>"Oh, she's all right,"</|quote|>he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, | to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest.<|quote|>"Oh, she's all right,"</|quote|>he said; ... | not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a... | met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down... | the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he coul... | the elephant had turned to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to kn... | plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way ... | A Passage To India |
he said; | No speaker | guest. "Oh, she's all right,"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"she went down to see | come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right,"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! | returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right,"<|quote|>he said;</|quote|>"she went down to s... | his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had ... | at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek a... | cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify t... | to sidle into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my gue... | to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him... | A Passage To India |
"she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" | Dr. Aziz | she's all right," he said;<|quote|>"she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!"</|quote|>"Here's luck, but chin-chin I | brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said;<|quote|>"she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!"</|quote|>"Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who | a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said;<|quote|>"she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, her... | had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for... | post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show... | down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down i... | into the hills. He ran back, to tell the strange news to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which... | and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gu... | A Passage To India |
"Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," | Cyril Fielding | Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!"<|quote|>"Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse,"</|quote|>laughed Fielding, who detested the | went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!"<|quote|>"Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse,"</|quote|>laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's | His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!"<|quote|>"Here's luck, but chin-chi... | he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a ... | how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a ... | shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he could... | to his guest. The guide explained that she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture.... | his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the val... | A Passage To India |
laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. | No speaker | but chin-chin I do refuse,"<|quote|>laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase.</|quote|>"Here's to India!" "Here's luck, | here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse,"<|quote|>laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase.</|quote|>"Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss | The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse,"<|quote|>laughed Fielding, who... | "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed int... | run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to ... | so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he sc... | she had gone into a cave. "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not eve... | my guest is lost." And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between ... | A Passage To India |
"Here's to India!" | Cyril Fielding | Fielding, who detested the phrase.<|quote|>"Here's to India!"</|quote|>"Here's luck, and here's to | chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase.<|quote|>"Here's to India!"</|quote|>"Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped | or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase.<|quote|>"Here's to... | Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for... | nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called ... | pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-... | "Which cave?" He indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned ... | Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the se... | A Passage To India |
"Here's luck, and here's to England!" | Dr. Aziz | the phrase. "Here's to India!"<|quote|>"Here's luck, and here's to England!"</|quote|>Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the | refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!"<|quote|>"Here's luck, and here's to England!"</|quote|>Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to | developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!"<|quote|>"He... | only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not on... | Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from he... | he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towa... | indicated the group vaguely. "You should have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group... | not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady wa... | A Passage To India |
Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. | No speaker | luck, and here's to England!"<|quote|>Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself.</|quote|>"Oh yes, that's quite likely," | phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!"<|quote|>Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself.</|quote|>"Oh yes, that... | for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!"<|quote|>Miss Dere... | "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited ... | and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had no... | he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here ... | have kept her in sight, it was your duty," said Aziz severely. "Here are twelve caves at least. How am I to know which contains my guest? Which is the cave I was in myself?" The same vague gesture. And Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it se... | Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh yes, that's quite likely," | Dr. Aziz | so. She was driving herself.<|quote|>"Oh yes, that's quite likely,"</|quote|>said Aziz. "I knew they'd | had sent him to say so. She was driving herself.<|quote|>"Oh yes, that's quite likely,"</|quote|>said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? | phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself.<|quote|>"Oh yes, that's quite ... | shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to I... | a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just... | of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!"... | Aziz, looking again, could not even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shou... | "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "... | A Passage To India |
said Aziz. | No speaker | "Oh yes, that's quite likely,"<|quote|>said Aziz.</|quote|>"I knew they'd gone for | so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely,"<|quote|>said Aziz.</|quote|>"I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's | luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely,"<|quote|>said Aziz.</|quote|>"I kne... | into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and her... | flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do... | down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "... | even be sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had... | the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi,... | A Passage To India |
"I knew they'd gone for a spin." | Dr. Aziz | that's quite likely," said Aziz.<|quote|>"I knew they'd gone for a spin."</|quote|>"Chandrapore? The man's made a | was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz.<|quote|>"I knew they'd gone for a spin."</|quote|>"Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, | here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz.<|quote|>"I knew they'd gone for a... | beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!... | get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not kno... | valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for ... | sure he had returned to the same group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done th... | the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone to... | A Passage To India |
"Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," | Cyril Fielding | they'd gone for a spin."<|quote|>"Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake,"</|quote|>Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" | likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin."<|quote|>"Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake,"</|quote|>Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made | the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin."<|quote|>"Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake,"</|... | only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cav... | from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested t... | and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet h... | group. Caves appeared in every direction it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explaine... | might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more suc... | A Passage To India |
Fielding exclaimed. | No speaker | The man's made a mistake,"<|quote|>Fielding exclaimed.</|quote|>"Oh no, why?" He was | gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake,"<|quote|>Fielding exclaimed.</|quote|>"Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of | escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake,"<|quote|>Fielding exclaimed.</|quote|>"Oh no, w... | guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort ... | had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning wi... | the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no... | it seemed their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Mar... | plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh no, why?" | Dr. Aziz | made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed.<|quote|>"Oh no, why?"</|quote|>He was disappointed, but made | a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed.<|quote|>"Oh no, why?"</|quote|>He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt | mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed.<|quote|>"Oh no, why?"</|quote|>He was... | she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress... | spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a dri... | and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, s... | their original spawning place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave ... | I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've on... | A Passage To India |
He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. | No speaker | Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?"<|quote|>He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice.</|quote|>"What'... | The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?"<|quote|>He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge a... | informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?"<|quote|>He was disappointed, but made li... | he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed ... | his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had ... | his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And his friend ran to meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanati... | place and the orifices were always the same size. He thought, "Merciful Heavens, Miss Quested is lost," then pulled himself together, and began to look for her calmly. "Shout!" he commanded. When they had done this for awhile, the guide explained that to shout is useless, because a Marabar cave can hear no sound but it... | there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one.... | A Passage To India |
"What's happened?" | Cyril Fielding | the porridge and the ice.<|quote|>"What's happened?"</|quote|>asked Fielding, who felt at | went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice.<|quote|>"What's happened?"</|quote|>asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone | no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice.<|quote|>"What's happened?"</|quote|>asked Field... | up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made li... | who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss D... | meet him, all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at th... | Marabar cave can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tracks. He tried to go into every one, but he never knew where he had started. Ca... | jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why have... | A Passage To India |
asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid... | No speaker | and the ice. "What's happened?"<|quote|>asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging... | cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?"<|quote|>asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those ... | He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?"<|quote|>asked Fielding, who felt at on... | informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of i... | returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. We... | all so pleasant and jolly, no dignity, shouting explanations and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post off... | can hear no sound but its own. Aziz wiped his head, and sweat began to stream inside his clothes. The place was so confusing; it was partly a terrace, partly a zigzag, and full of grooves that led this way and that like snake-tracks. He tried to go into every one, but he never knew where he had started. Caves got behin... | Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of... | A Passage To India |
"Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." | Mrs. Moore | sulky and stupid. She said:<|quote|>"Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her."</|quote|>Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss | swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said:<|quote|>"Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her."</|quote|>Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't ... | had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said:<|quote|>"Miss Derek is most unsatisf... | no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out M... | Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the o... | gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person... | started. Caves got behind caves or confabulated in pairs, and some were at the entrance of a gully. "Come here!" he called gently, and when the guide was in reach, he struck him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." And then he d... | you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he sa... | A Passage To India |
Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: | No speaker | Indian lady who pays her."<|quote|>Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied:</|quote|>"She wasn't in a hurry | except go back to the Indian lady who pays her."<|quote|>Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied:</|quote|>"She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There | to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her."<|quote|>Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss D... | cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did ... | cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding excla... | camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival h... | him in the face for a punishment. The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps.... | Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice Englis... | A Passage To India |
"She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." | Cyril Fielding | didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied:<|quote|>"She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry."</|quote|>"Adela? she's never been in | who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied:<|quote|>"She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry."</|quote|>"Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," | sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied:<|quote|>"She wasn't in a ... | ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and a... | mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, bu... | course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent fro... | The man fled, and he was left alone. He thought, "This is the end of my career, my guest is lost." And then he discovered the simple and sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, f... | Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not h... | A Passage To India |
"Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," | Mrs. Moore | Miss Quested's in the hurry."<|quote|>"Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life,"</|quote|>said the old lady sharply. | looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry."<|quote|>"Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life,"</|quote|>said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to | do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry."<|quote|>"Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her lif... | unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in th... | "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they ... | a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just... | sufficient explanation of the mystery. Miss Quested wasn't lost. She had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved t... | after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase... | A Passage To India |
said the old lady sharply. | No speaker | a hurry in her life,"<|quote|>said the old lady sharply.</|quote|>"I say it'll prove to | "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life,"<|quote|>said the old lady sharply.</|quote|>"I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in | Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life,"<|quote|>said the old lady sharply.</|quote|>"I say ... | invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding... | gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully t... | Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Whe... | had joined the people in the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of... | and apologies about the train. Fielding had come in the newly arrived car Miss Derek's car that other lady was Miss Derek. Chatter, chatter, all the servants leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how h... | A Passage To India |
"I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," | Cyril Fielding | said the old lady sharply.<|quote|>"I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is,"</|quote|>persisted the schoolmaster. He was | a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply.<|quote|>"I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is,"</|quote|>persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He | Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply.<|quote|>"I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wis... | to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, re... | The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the i... | her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" A... | the car friends of hers, no doubt, Mr. Heaslop perhaps. He had a sudden glimpse of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that s... | can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I'v... | A Passage To India |
persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. | No speaker | fact I know it is,"<|quote|>persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisteriall... | be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is,"<|quote|>persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs... | her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is,"<|quote|>persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with him... | stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of return... | light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All ... | the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His hear... | of her, far down the gully only a glimpse, but there she was quite plain, framed between rocks, and speaking to another lady. He was so relieved that he did not think her conduct odd. Accustomed to sudden changes of plan, he supposed that she had run down the Kawa Dol impulsively, in the hope of a little drive. He star... | made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What'... | A Passage To India |
"Aziz is a charming fellow," | Cyril Fielding | at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially.<|quote|>"Aziz is a charming fellow,"</|quote|>he announced. "I know," she | share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially.<|quote|>"Aziz is a charming fellow,"</|quote|>he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He | He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially.<|quote|>"Aziz is a charming fellow,"</|quote|>he anno... | no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by m... | had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory a... | to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luc... | the hope of a little drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but... | gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young... | A Passage To India |
he announced. | No speaker | "Aziz is a charming fellow,"<|quote|>he announced.</|quote|>"I know," she answered, with | at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow,"<|quote|>he announced.</|quote|>"I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken | himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow,"<|quote|>he announced.</|quote|>"I know," she answere... | Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was ... | way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a... | His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do r... | drive. He started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap ha... | asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid... | A Passage To India |
"I know," | Mrs. Moore | a charming fellow," he announced.<|quote|>"I know,"</|quote|>she answered, with a yawn. | Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced.<|quote|>"I know,"</|quote|>she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble | had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced.<|quote|>"I know,"</|quote|>she answered, with a ya... | looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of ... | Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, ... | was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," la... | started back alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, ... | you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in pe... | A Passage To India |
she answered, with a yawn. | No speaker | fellow," he announced. "I know,"<|quote|>she answered, with a yawn.</|quote|>"He has taken endless trouble | magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know,"<|quote|>she answered, with a yawn.</|quote|>"He has taken endless trouble to make a success of | by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know,"<|quote|>she answered, with a yawn.</|quote|>"He ha... | me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now t... | had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always want... | of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fie... | alone towards his camp, and almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put the... | went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to thos... | A Passage To India |
"He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." | Cyril Fielding | she answered, with a yawn.<|quote|>"He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic."</|quote|>They knew one another very | fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn.<|quote|>"He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic."</|quote|>They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward | sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn.<|quote|>"He has taken endless trouble to mak... | in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was... | called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do a... | after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase... | almost at once caught sight of something which would have disquieted him very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. W... | by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Mi... | A Passage To India |
They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. | No speaker | a success of our picnic."<|quote|>They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to brea... | taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic."<|quote|>They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely sp... | it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic."<|quote|>They knew one another very... | life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wante... | didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." F... | dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Dere... | very much a moment before: Miss Quested's field-glasses. They were lying at the verge of a cave, half-way down an entrance tunnel. He tried to hang them over his shoulder, but the leather strap had broken, so he put them into his pocket instead. When he had gone a few steps, he thought she might have dropped something ... | drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just a... | A Passage To India |
"It is quite natural about Miss Quested," | Dr. Aziz | Aziz fetched them to breakfast.<|quote|>"It is quite natural about Miss Quested,"</|quote|>he remarked, for he had | her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast.<|quote|>"It is quite natural about Miss Quested,"</|quote|>he remarked, for he had been working the incident a | knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast.<|quote|>"It is quite natural abo... | was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, an... | Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be... | Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The ma... | he thought she might have dropped something else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here ... | after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase... | A Passage To India |
he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. | No speaker | quite natural about Miss Quested,"<|quote|>he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses.</|quote|>"We were having an interesting | them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested,"<|quote|>he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses.</|quote|>"We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then | rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested,"<|quote|>he remarked, for he h... | second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn tog... | didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it i... | was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, wh... | else, so he went back to look. But the previous difficulty recurred: he couldn't identify the cave. Down in the plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confu... | to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to... | A Passage To India |
"We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." | Dr. Aziz | get rid of its roughnesses.<|quote|>"We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend."</|quote|>Incurably inaccurate, he already thought | little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses.<|quote|>"We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend."</|quote|>Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had | had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses.<|quote|>"We were having an interesting... | fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual... | to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he w... | to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would... | plain he heard the car starting; however, he couldn't catch a second glimpse of that. So he scrambled down the valley-face of the hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy... | the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried, relieved to find all well. "Mr. Fielding, have you seen Miss Quested?" "But I've only just arrived. Where is she?" "I do not know." "Aziz! Where have you put Miss Quested to?" Aziz, who was returning with a drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new... | A Passage To India |
Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away fro... | No speaker | go down to her friend."<|quote|>Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bo... | seen, so she decided to go down to her friend."<|quote|>Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the ... | "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend."<|quote|>Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this... | knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss ... | said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someo... | gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully t... | hill towards Mrs. Moore, and here he was more successful: the colour and confusion of his little camp soon appeared, and in the midst of it he saw an Englishman's topi, and beneath it oh joy! smiled not Mr. Heaslop, but Fielding. "Fielding! Oh, I have so wanted you!" he cried, dropping the "Mr." for the first time. And... | was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, gu... | A Passage To India |
"She ran to her friend, I to mine," | Dr. Aziz | told a good many lies.<|quote|>"She ran to her friend, I to mine,"</|quote|>he went on, smiling. "And | breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies.<|quote|>"She ran to her friend, I to mine,"</|quote|>he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my | bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies.<|quote|>"She ran to her friend, I to mine,"</|quote|>h... | inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He ... | one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quest... | her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who d... | leaving their cooking to listen. Excellent Miss Derek! She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car co... | second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn tog... | A Passage To India |
he went on, smiling. | No speaker | her friend, I to mine,"<|quote|>he went on, smiling.</|quote|>"And now I am with | many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine,"<|quote|>he went on, smiling.</|quote|>"And now I am with my friends and they are | her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine,"<|quote|>he went on, smiling.</|quote|>"And now I am wi... | had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, a... | at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the inc... | it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn'... | She had met Fielding by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must... | in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lad... | A Passage To India |
"And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." | Dr. Aziz | mine," he went on, smiling.<|quote|>"And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness."</|quote|>Loving them both, he expected | to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling.<|quote|>"And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness."</|quote|>Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. | because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling.<|quote|>"And now I am with my friends and they are with ... | inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entang... | by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mi... | swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, always in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I... | by chance at the post office, said, "Why haven't you gone to the Marabar?" heard how he missed the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Mi... | and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he ... | A Passage To India |
Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, | No speaker | each other, which is happiness."<|quote|>Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility,</|quote|>"I knew these women would | they are with me and each other, which is happiness."<|quote|>Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility,</|quote|>"I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore | as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness."<|quote|>Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They ... | was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was... | of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then ... | in a hurry, always wanting something new; she will do anything in the world except go back to the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Ad... | the train, offered to run him there and then. Another nice English lady. Where was she? Left with car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certa... | who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know ... | A Passage To India |
"I knew these women would make trouble," | Cyril Fielding | to. Fielding thought with hostility,<|quote|>"I knew these women would make trouble,"</|quote|>and Mrs. Moore thought, "This | each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility,<|quote|>"I knew these women would make trouble,"</|quote|>and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, | many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility,<|quote|>"I knew these women would make trouble,"</|quot... | he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on,... | breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that t... | the Indian lady who pays her." Fielding, who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove t... | car and chauffeur while Fielding found camp. Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they ha... | in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed c... | A Passage To India |
and Mrs. Moore thought, | No speaker | these women would make trouble,"<|quote|>and Mrs. Moore thought,</|quote|>"This man, having missed the | thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble,"<|quote|>and Mrs. Moore thought,</|quote|>"This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" | I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble,"<|quote|>and Mrs. Moore thought,</|quote|>"This ma... | get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with ... | Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurat... | who didn't dislike Miss Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know ... | Car couldn't get up no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coi... | forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were havin... | A Passage To India |
"This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" | Mrs. Moore | trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought,<|quote|>"This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us"</|quote|>"; but her thoughts were | knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought,<|quote|>"This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us"</|quote|>"; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in | went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought,<|quote|>"This man, having missed the tra... | He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they... | he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive.... | Derek, replied: "She wasn't in a hurry when I left her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the sc... | no, of course not hundreds of people must go down to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torr... | another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested,"... | A Passage To India |
"; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to... | No speaker | train, tries to blame us"<|quote|>"; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on th... | "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us"<|quote|>"; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't i... | and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us"<|quote|>"; but her thoughts were ... | facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving... | mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remar... | her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He... | to escort Miss Derek and show her the way. The elephant in person. . . . "Aziz, can I have a drink?" "Certainly not." He flew to get one. "Mr. Fielding!" called Mrs. Moore, from her patch of shade; they had not spoken yet, because his arrival had coincided with the torrent from the hill. "Good morning again!" he cried,... | no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at ... | A Passage To India |
"Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" | Cyril Fielding | struck him, and he said:<|quote|>"Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"Up there." He indicated the | car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said:<|quote|>"Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?"</|quote|>"Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" | they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said:<|quote|>"Aziz, exactly where and how did you leav... | blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picni... | her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness... | at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. I... | drink in his hand, had to think for a moment. His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! ... | polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed.... | A Passage To India |
"Up there." | Dr. Aziz | did you leave Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Up there."</|quote|>He indicated the Kawa Dol | "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Up there."</|quote|>He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, | unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?"<|quote|>"Up there."</|quote|>He indicate... | faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped und... | in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each oth... | he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicio... | His heart was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do r... | them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love eac... | A Passage To India |
He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. | No speaker | leave Miss Quested?" "Up there."<|quote|>He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.</|quote|>"But how" A gully, or | where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there."<|quote|>He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.</|quote|>"But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among | of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there."<|quote|>He indicated the Kawa Dol cheer... | the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precip... | vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. The... | "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to... | was full of new happiness. The picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," la... | with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; sh... | A Passage To India |
"But how" | Cyril Fielding | indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.<|quote|>"But how"</|quote|>A gully, or rather a | Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.<|quote|>"But how"</|quote|>A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks | the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully.<|quote|>"But how"</|quote|>A gully,... | apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway s... | after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought ... | yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarc... | picnic, after a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested th... | ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding t... | A Passage To India |
A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. | No speaker | Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how"<|quote|>A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses.</|quote|>"I suppose the guide helped | "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how"<|quote|>A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses.</|quote|>"I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." | towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how"<|quote|>A gully, or rather a crease, sh... | cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pur... | a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "... | has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke.... | a nasty shock or two, had developed into something beyond his dreams, for Fielding had not only come, but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Her... | and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Lo... | A Passage To India |
"I suppose the guide helped her." | Cyril Fielding | it was scurfy with cactuses.<|quote|>"I suppose the guide helped her."</|quote|>"Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is | the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses.<|quote|>"I suppose the guide helped her."</|quote|>"Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the | quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses.<|quote|>"I suppose the guide helped h... | vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struc... | I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed ... | felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had ... | but brought an uninvited guest. "Oh, she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade whic... | is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming ... | A Passage To India |
"Oh, rather, most helpful." | Dr. Aziz | suppose the guide helped her."<|quote|>"Oh, rather, most helpful."</|quote|>"Is there a path off | was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her."<|quote|>"Oh, rather, most helpful."</|quote|>"Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, | now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her."<|quote|>"Oh, rather, most helpful."</|quote... | one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactl... | smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blam... | together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little ... | she's all right," he said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress... | it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned... | A Passage To India |
"Is there a path off the top?" | Cyril Fielding | her." "Oh, rather, most helpful."<|quote|>"Is there a path off the top?"</|quote|>"Millions of paths, my dear | "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful."<|quote|>"Is there a path off the top?"</|quote|>"Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing | he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful."<|quote|>"Is there a path off the to... | impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did ... | am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" "; but her tho... | The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid... | said; "she went down to see Miss Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it ... | it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charmi... | A Passage To India |
"Millions of paths, my dear fellow." | Dr. Aziz | a path off the top?"<|quote|>"Millions of paths, my dear fellow."</|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but | rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?"<|quote|>"Millions of paths, my dear fellow."</|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the | did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?"<|quote|>"Millions of paths, my dear fellow... | and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He i... | with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her fai... | In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an in... | Derek. Well, here's luck! Chin-chin!" "Here's luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the o... | a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to m... | A Passage To India |
Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. | No speaker | of paths, my dear fellow."<|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth.</|quote|>"But you saw them get | path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow."<|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth.</|quote|>"But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she | there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow."<|quote|>Fielding could see nothing but... | out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfull... | is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sun... | a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide... | luck, but chin-chin I do refuse," laughed Fielding, who detested the phrase. "Here's to India!" "Here's luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent h... | her. There was no question of returning to Chandrapore. It looks to me as if Miss Quested's in the hurry." "Adela? she's never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He... | A Passage To India |
"But you saw them get down safe?" | Cyril Fielding | granite plunged into the earth.<|quote|>"But you saw them get down safe?"</|quote|>"Yes, yes, she and Miss | crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth.<|quote|>"But you saw them get down safe?"</|quote|>"Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in | among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth.<|quote|>"But you saw them g... | of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with... | Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights an... | Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he a... | luck, and here's to England!" Miss Derek's chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for... | He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has ta... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." | Dr. Aziz | saw them get down safe?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car."</|quote|>"Then the guide came back | into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car."</|quote|>"Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a | was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?"<|quote|>"Yes, yes, she and ... | place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the gui... | women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. F... | quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had o... | chauffeur stopped the cavalcade which was starting to escort his mistress up, and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mi... | he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements for the second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success ... | A Passage To India |
"Then the guide came back to you?" | Cyril Fielding | go off in the car."<|quote|>"Then the guide came back to you?"</|quote|>"Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I | she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car."<|quote|>"Then the guide came back to you?"</|quote|>"Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued | most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car."<|quote|>"Then the guide came back to you?"</|... | him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the t... | the train, tries to blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the el... | the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to ... | and informed it that she had gone back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light ... | answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enth... | A Passage To India |
"Exactly. Got a cigarette?" | Dr. Aziz | guide came back to you?"<|quote|>"Exactly. Got a cigarette?"</|quote|>"I hope she wasn't ill," | in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?"<|quote|>"Exactly. Got a cigarette?"</|quote|>"I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease | the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?"<|quote|>"Exactly. Got a cigarette?"</|quote|>"... | and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow... | but her thoughts were feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to un... | to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark abou... | back with the other young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladi... | because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and e... | A Passage To India |
"I hope she wasn't ill," | Cyril Fielding | you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?"<|quote|>"I hope she wasn't ill,"</|quote|>pursued the Englishman. The crease | the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?"<|quote|>"I hope she wasn't ill,"</|quote|>pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across | paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?"<|quote|>"I hope she wasn't ill,"</|quote|... | leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding coul... | feeble; since her faintness in the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corrid... | its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, be... | young lady to Chandrapore; she had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friend... | never been in a hurry in her life," said the old lady sharply. "I say it'll prove to be Miss Quested's wish, in fact I know it is," persisted the schoolmaster. He was annoyed chiefly with himself. He had begun by missing a train a sin he was never guilty of and now that he did arrive it was to upset Aziz' arrangements ... | A Passage To India |
pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. | No speaker | "I hope she wasn't ill,"<|quote|>pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges.</|quote|>"She would have wanted me, | you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill,"<|quote|>pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges.</|quote|>"She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to | could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill,"<|quote|>pursued the Englishman. The crease contin... | He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Eve... | the cave she was sunk in apathy and cynicism. The wonderful India of her opening weeks, with its cool nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precip... | an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest,... | had sent him to say so. She was driving herself. "Oh yes, that's quite likely," said Aziz. "I knew they'd gone for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give brea... | second time. He wanted someone to share the blame, and frowned at Mrs. Moore rather magisterially. "Aziz is a charming fellow," he announced. "I know," she answered, with a yawn. "He has taken endless trouble to make a success of our picnic." They knew one another very little, and felt rather awkward at being drawn tog... | A Passage To India |
"She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her." | Dr. Aziz | this way towards the Ganges.<|quote|>"She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her."</|quote|>"Yes, that sounds sense." "I | plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges.<|quote|>"She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her."</|quote|>"Yes, that sounds sense." "I see you're worrying, let's talk | safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges.<|quote|>"She would have wanted me, if she w... | it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss ... | acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car... | inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He ... | for a spin." "Chandrapore? The man's made a mistake," Fielding exclaimed. "Oh no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to ins... | are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew these women would make trouble," and Mrs. Moore thought, "This man, having missed the train, tries to blame us" "; but her thoughts were feeble; since her... | A Passage To India |
"Yes, that sounds sense." | Cyril Fielding | was ill, to attend her."<|quote|>"Yes, that sounds sense."</|quote|>"I see you're worrying, let's | have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her."<|quote|>"Yes, that sounds sense."</|quote|>"I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things," he | car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. "She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her."<|quote|>"Yes, that sounds sense."</|quot... | rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "E... | cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly wh... | inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entang... | no, why?" He was disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at ... | working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incurably inaccurate, he already thought that this was what had occurred. He was inaccurate because he was sensitive. He did not ... | A Passage To India |
"I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things," | Dr. Aziz | her." "Yes, that sounds sense."<|quote|>"I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things,"</|quote|>he said kindly. "Miss Quested | she was ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense."<|quote|>"I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things,"</|quote|>he said kindly. "Miss Quested was always to do what | came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. "She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense."<|quote|>"I see you're worrying, let'... | there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "... | Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave M... | sensitive. He did not like to remember Miss Quested's remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them... | disappointed, but made light of it; no doubt the two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that somethi... | she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an interesting talk with our guide, then the car was seen, so she decided to go down to her friend." Incura... | A Passage To India |
he said kindly. | No speaker | let's talk of other things,"<|quote|>he said kindly.</|quote|>"Miss Quested was always to | sense." "I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things,"<|quote|>he said kindly.</|quote|>"Miss Quested was always to do what she wished, it | hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. "She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense." "I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things,"<|quote|>he said kindly.</|quote|>... | my dear fellow." Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman.... | began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Ka... | remark about polygamy, because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extra... | two young ladies were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had... | Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't want to. Fielding thought with hostility, "I knew t... | A Passage To India |
"Miss Quested was always to do what she wished, it was our arrangement. I see you are worrying on my account, but really I don't mind, I never notice trifles." | Dr. Aziz | other things," he said kindly.<|quote|>"Miss Quested was always to do what she wished, it was our arrangement. I see you are worrying on my account, but really I don't mind, I never notice trifles."</|quote|>"I do worry on your | you're worrying, let's talk of other things," he said kindly.<|quote|>"Miss Quested was always to do what she wished, it was our arrangement. I see you are worrying on my account, but really I don't mind, I never notice trifles."</|quote|>"I do worry on your account. I consider they have | ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. "She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense." "I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things," he said kindly.<|quote|>"Miss Quested was always ... | Fielding could see nothing but the crease. Everywhere else the glaring granite plunged into the earth. "But you saw them get down safe?" "Yes, yes, she and Miss Derek, and go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease conti... | out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quitted the car. A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfull... | because it was unworthy of a guest, so he put it from his mind, and with it the knowledge that he had bolted into a cave to get away from her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before br... | were great friends. He would prefer to give breakfast to all four; still, guests must do as they wish, or they become prisoners. He went away cheerfully to inspect the porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about ... | as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to love each other. They didn't w... | A Passage To India |
"I do worry on your account. I consider they have been impolite!" | Cyril Fielding | mind, I never notice trifles."<|quote|>"I do worry on your account. I consider they have been impolite!"</|quote|>said Fielding, lowering his voice. | account, but really I don't mind, I never notice trifles."<|quote|>"I do worry on your account. I consider they have been impolite!"</|quote|>said Fielding, lowering his voice. "She had no right to | ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense." "I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things," he said kindly. "Miss Quested was always to do what she wished, it was our arrangement. I see you are worrying on my account, but really I don't mind, I never notice trifles."<|quote|>"I do worry on your account. I consi... | go off in the car." "Then the guide came back to you?" "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. "She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense." ... | A disagreeable thought now struck him, and he said: "Aziz, exactly where and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most he... | her. He was inaccurate because he desired to honour her, and facts being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and... | porridge and the ice. "What's happened?" asked Fielding, who felt at once that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swingin... | In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had been working the incident a little in his mind, to get rid of its roughnesses. "We were having an in... | A Passage To India |
said Fielding, lowering his voice. | No speaker | consider they have been impolite!"<|quote|>said Fielding, lowering his voice.</|quote|>"She had no right to | worry on your account. I consider they have been impolite!"<|quote|>said Fielding, lowering his voice.</|quote|>"She had no right to dash away from your party, | let's talk of other things," he said kindly. "Miss Quested was always to do what she wished, it was our arrangement. I see you are worrying on my account, but really I don't mind, I never notice trifles." "I do worry on your account. I consider they have been impolite!"<|quote|>said Fielding, lowering his voice.</|quot... | "Exactly. Got a cigarette?" "I hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. "She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense." "I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things," he... | and how did you leave Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow... | being entangled he had to arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them ... | that something had gone queer. All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most u... | nights and acceptable hints of infinity, had vanished. Fielding ran up to see one cave. He wasn't impressed. Then they got on the elephant and the picnic began to unwind out of the corridor and escaped under the precipice towards the railway station, pursued by stabs of hot air. They came to the place where he had quit... | A Passage To India |
"She had no right to dash away from your party, and Miss Derek had no right to abet her." | Cyril Fielding | said Fielding, lowering his voice.<|quote|>"She had no right to dash away from your party, and Miss Derek had no right to abet her."</|quote|>So touchy as a rule, | consider they have been impolite!" said Fielding, lowering his voice.<|quote|>"She had no right to dash away from your party, and Miss Derek had no right to abet her."</|quote|>So touchy as a rule, Aziz was unassailable. The wings | he said kindly. "Miss Quested was always to do what she wished, it was our arrangement. I see you are worrying on my account, but really I don't mind, I never notice trifles." "I do worry on your account. I consider they have been impolite!" said Fielding, lowering his voice.<|quote|>"She had no right to dash away from... | hope she wasn't ill," pursued the Englishman. The crease continued as a nullah across the plain, the water draining off this way towards the Ganges. "She would have wanted me, if she was ill, to attend her." "Yes, that sounds sense." "I see you're worrying, let's talk of other things," he said kindly. "Miss Quested was... | Miss Quested?" "Up there." He indicated the Kawa Dol cheerfully. "But how" A gully, or rather a crease, showed among the rocks at this place; it was scurfy with cactuses. "I suppose the guide helped her." "Oh, rather, most helpful." "Is there a path off the top?" "Millions of paths, my dear fellow." Fielding could see ... | arrange them in her vicinity, as one tidies the ground after extracting a weed. Before breakfast was over, he had told a good many lies. "She ran to her friend, I to mine," he went on, smiling. "And now I am with my friends and they are with me and each other, which is happiness." Loving them both, he expected them to ... | All the way out Miss Derek had chattered about the picnic, called it an unexpected treat, and said that she preferred Indians who didn't invite her to their entertainments to those who did it. Mrs. Moore sat swinging her foot, and appeared sulky and stupid. She said: "Miss Derek is most unsatisfactory and restless, alw... | felt rather awkward at being drawn together by an Indian. The racial problem can take subtle forms. In their case it had induced a sort of jealousy, a mutual suspicion. He tried to goad her enthusiasm; she scarcely spoke. Aziz fetched them to breakfast. "It is quite natural about Miss Quested," he remarked, for he had ... | A Passage To India |
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