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"And when I'm through you're going to put your clothes on and we'll go to the Biltmore. The Biltmore. Do you get it?" Then he began to read. "I, the undersigned, being of sound mind, do hereby make the following statement. I make the statement of my own free will, and swear before Almighty God that it is the truth. I am an illegitimate son of Elihu Clark.
She telephoned to him from the Biltmore. "Is that you, Polly? This is Kedzie Dyckman. Say, Polly, do you know of a decent house that is for sale or rent right away quick? Oh, I don't care how much it costs, so it's a cracker jack of a house. I suppose I've got to take it furnished, being in such a hurry; or could you get a gang of decorators in and do a rush job?
Get off at 44th Street, and walk one block south to the Biltmore. The most interesting fish will be found underneath the hanging clock, near the telephone booths. Grant's Tomb. Take Fifth Avenue bus, and a light lunch. Change at Washington Square to a blue serge or dotted Swiss. Ride to the end of the line, and walk three blocks east.
She had acted with that correct mixture of dignity and reticent pity which she always employed. She had succinctly and deftly snubbed him. It had happened when their taxi was leaving the Biltmore hadn't gone half a block. He had lifted his right arm awkwardly she was on his right side and attempted to settle it snugly around the crimson fur-trimmed opera cloak she wore.
Of a sudden he hurled the tennis ball violently across the room, where it barely missed the lamp, and, rebounding here and there for a moment, lay still upon the floor. For her dinner Gloria had taken a table in the Cascades at the Biltmore, and when the men met in the hall outside a little after eight, "that person Bloeckman" was the target of six masculine eyes.
Edith swung herself onto a vacant desk and sat dangling her feet over the edge. Her brother took a seat beside her. "Well," he asked, absent-mindedly, "how do you like New York this trip?" "Not bad. I'll be over at the Biltmore with the Hoyts until Sunday. Can't you come to luncheon to-morrow?" He thought a moment. "I'm especially busy," he objected, "and I hate women in groups."
Leaving the train at Grand Central, the adventurer passed through the back ways of the Terminus, into the Hotel Biltmore, upstairs to its lobby, thence out by the Vanderbilt Avenue entrance, walking through Forty-fourth Street to Fifth Avenue, where he chartered a taxicab, gave the address of his lodgings, and lay back in the corner of its seat satisfied he had successfully eluded pursuit and very, very grateful to the Subway system for the facilities it afforded fugitives like himself through its warren of underground passages.
I had some wax in my hand and made an impression of it right under his nose." "How clever," cried Jane, "but suppose the Hoffs do not go off to-morrow. What will we do then?" "You are taking tea with young Hoff this afternoon, aren't you?" "Yes," said Jane, "that is, he asked me to. I am to meet him at the Biltmore at five."
There was considerable cheering as Lord Hastings and his officers stepped ashore. The British commander dodged as much of this as possible and with Jack and Frank jumped into a taxicab and were driven to the Biltmore, where they registered and were assigned to a suite of rooms. There, Lord Hastings decided, they would remain pending instructions.
But a few dollars invested in Martinis for old buddies in the Kittyhawk Room of the Biltmore Hotel in Dayton, or the Men's bar in the Statler Hotel in Washington, produces a lot of straight and reliable information much better than you get through official channels. There was no "silence" order I learned, only the same old routine.
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