Word: hotels
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Dates: during 1880-1889
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...Friday last there took place the sixteenth annual reunion of the Yale Alumni Association, at the Grand Pacific Hotel, Chicago. One hundred and twenty-five were present, and partook of a finely-served banquet. A letter was read from President Porter, in which he regretted his inability to attend the meeting...
...return to our muttons. One bright August morning Diggles, arrayed in his spotless tennis suit, strolled nonchalantly down the hotel piazza and joined a group of young men and maidens sitting in the sun. His girl was among them. She was sitting on the railing holding on to a post. Diggles wished he were a post, but he soon banished the thought as unworthy of him. Patting on his most winsome smile he proposed an expedition to a neighboring sawmill. Ah, who could have foreseen the consequence of this little trip? But Diggles was a deep, deep...
...should. I cannot truthfully say, however, that our relations had as yet assumed any very sentimental aspect; she never would quite allow that. Yet I believe that she preferred me to the other aspirants for her favor who made nuisances of themselves (in my estimation at least) at our hotel. On this afternoon, at any rate, she had left behind a dozen unhappy and vindictive admirers, in order to explore, in my company, what little portion of Lake Winnepesaukee we could hope to cover easily in the hot August sunshine. Thus it came about that we were under the trees...
...next appearance at Suite 16, Hotel Br-nsw-ck, Miss Wiggleson was out. She had left, however, a note...
...need not relate the events of succeeding months. It seemed best to me, on the whole, to marry Adelinda. I didn't want to; but she put it through with maidenly tact. We took the steamboat Hippolyta to Boston, and went at once to Hotel Br-nsw-ck. We were shown, - how can I say it! - we were shown to Suite 16. Adelinda went into the next room to unpack her trunk, and I was left alone, the prey of conflicting emotions. Being torn in different directions, I could not breathe freely. I rose, and paced quickly up and down...