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Updated: June 17, 2025
Sam, a middle-aged combination of porter, bellboy, furnace-man, office assistant and emergency barkeeper was but newly launched upon his description of Mead's face, when the chambermaid, who was also the waitress and housekeeper, broke in upon them with the intelligence that never in all her born days or nights had she seen anything like the face of the young lady on the third floor.
A bellboy came to the door. A gentleman in the parlor would like to see Mr. Thompson. Mr. Thompson looked at the card. "Mr. A.W. Wyatt," he announced sneeringly. "You can tell Mr. A.W. Wyatt, if he wants to see me, he can just naturally mosey himself up here." "Not the A.W. Wyatt Anson Walworth Wyatt?" asked Loring. "I know him I mean, I know him by sight."
He sent a bellboy to awaken Gordon, and presently the lad came back with word that he could get no answer to his knocks. Instantly Steve pushed back his chair and walked out of the room to the desk in the lobby. "Got a skeleton key to Mr. Gordon's room 317, I think it is?" he demanded. "Yes. We keep duplicate keys. You see, Mr. Davis, guests go away and carry the keys " "Then I want it.
And they've kept up the habit to this day, and stand by each other till the bellboy comes up and tells them the animals are not really there . I've often heard, I says, 'about ladies stepping in and breaking up a friendship between men. Why should that be? I'll tell you, Paisley, the first sight and hot biscuit of Mrs. Jessup appears to have inserted a oscillation into each of our bosoms.
"Never use it. Bad for the complexion. Thanks just the same. Nice little hotel you've got here." In the corridor leading to sixty-five there was a great litter of pails, and mops, and brooms, and damp rags, and one heard the sigh of a vacuum cleaner. "Spring house-cleaning," explained the bellboy, hurdling a pail. Emma McChesney picked her way over a little heap of dust-cloths and a ladder or so.
So the first weeks went by, and the two months of Miss Wenzel's stay came to an end. Ted thanked his God and tried hard not to wish that she was a man so that he could punch her head. The day before the time appointed for her departure she was closeted with Jo Haley for a long, long time. When finally she emerged a bellboy lounged up to Ted with a message.
At Mukden the Japanese bellboy struck my Chinese rickshaw man to get his attention. Manifestly, the new masters of Manchuria propose to teach the natives their place. "If a Chinaman is killed by a Japanese bullet," as a Chinaman of rank said to me in Manchuria, "the fault is not that of the man who fired the bullet: the Chinaman is to blame for getting in the way of it!"
One afternoon in the Murray Hill Hotel, when representatives of Yale and Princeton were discussing the various possibilities, a bellboy knocked at the door and handed my brother an elaborately engraved card on which, among various decorations, the name of Colonel Cody was to be distinguished.
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