1 Every hotel, boarding house and private residence was crammed with visitors who had come to be near wounded relatives in the big Atlanta hospitals.
2 That radiance lasted until everyone in the circle about the open fire began to yawn, and Mr. Wilkes and the girls took their departure for the hotel.
3 Every hotel, boarding house and private residence was crowded with sufferers.
4 And as for the exotic viands the Irish ate at the siege-- personally I'd as soon eat a nice juicy rat as some of the victuals they've been serving me recently at the hotel.
5 He had given up all hope of continuing his medical studies and was now a contractor, working a labor crew of Irishmen who were building the new hotel.
6 Everyone was talking about what happened over where the new hotel was being built.
7 Maybe I can get him when the hotel is finished and till then I'll have to make out on Hugh and Mr. Johnson.
8 Whenever she was at the hotel there was a crowd of whist players in her suite.
9 He referred to her lovely house as an architectural horror and said he would rather live in a well-regulated hotel than a home.
10 Throughout these weeks they had met and spoken as courteously as strangers meeting in the impersonal walls of a hotel, sharing the same roof, the same table, but never sharing the thoughts of each other.
11 There was a train leaving for Atlanta in ten minutes and she caught it, carrying no baggage except her reticule and leaving Wade and Ella at the hotel with Prissy.
12 "I guess they feel as if they had: there's only one up-to-date hotel in the whole place," said Mr. Bry disparagingly.
13 Miss Bart's telegram caught Lawrence Selden at the door of his hotel; and having read it, he turned back to wait for Dorset.
14 Selden knew, however, that he could not long keep such violences in equilibrium; and he promised to meet Dorset, the next morning, at an hotel in Monte Carlo.
15 In the cab they continued to remain silent through the brief drive which carried them to the illuminated portals of the Stepneys' hotel.