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Of such hotels thirty years ago the most notable were commonly described as "private" a word which implied that no guests were received who were not known to the landlord either personally or through fit credentials. Claridge's, until it was rebuilt, was an establishment of this description.
You can report to me to-morrow in London, Martha, at Claridge's Hotel." "Very good, sir." "I suppose you have everything ready to leave." "Yes, sir. He posted seven letters to-day. I have the addresses as usual." "Very good, Martha. I will look into them to-morrow. Good-night.
There is much to do." He turned towards the gate with Lacey, where the horses waited. Mahommed Hassan met them as they prepared to mount. He handed David a letter. It was from Faith, and contained the news of Luke Claridge's death. Everything had come at once. He stumbled into the saddle with a moan. "At last I have drawn blood," said Nahoum to himself with grim satisfaction, as they disappeared.
She came in to see me this morning the most aggressively cheerful person I ever knew. I believe that she had an adventure last night. All that she will tell me is that she dined and danced at Claridge's with a party of the dullest people in town." A tall, familiar figure passed down the vestibule.
Stella laughed softly. "My dear child," she said, "we have been married for six weeks." Virginia leaned back in her chair. "Oh!" she said. Then suddenly she sprang to her feet. She was obviously delighted. A certain restraint had left her manner. It was clear that the news was a relief to her. "This," she said, "is delightful. You are both of you to come to dinner to-night at Claridge's.
Did Faith know? Luke Claridge was gone without speaking, but had Soolsby told Faith? How closely had he watched the faces round him at Luke Claridge's funeral, to see if they betrayed any knowledge! Anxious days had followed that night in the laboratory.
Fate would be sure to be kind to lovers like us. We got back to Claridge's about six, and Robert would not let me go up to my sitting-room until he had found out if Christopher had gone. Yes, he had come at four, we discovered, and had waited twenty minutes, and then left, saying he would come again at half-past six.
The thoughts were chasing one another through his brain. Then he took up the receiver from the telephone instrument which stood upon the table. "1560 Mayfair," he asked in a low tone. They all stood listening, grouped around Graham's writhing figure. "Hullo! Is that Claridge's Hotel?" Fischer went on. "I am speaking from Giro's. Put me through, if you please, to Miss Van Teyl's apartments... What?
By and by I came back to Claridge's and this bookshop, for I had learned most of what I wanted. 'I had learned, he went on, turning his curious, full, ruminating eyes on me, 'that the British working-man is about the soundest piece of humanity on God's earth.
There was unwonted excitement at Mr. Claridge's place when Hewitt and his client arrived. It was a dull old building, and in the windows there was never more show than an odd blue china vase or two, or, mayhap, a few old silver shoe-buckles and a curious small sword.
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