He crossed the ferry and went to the hotel, where he shaved and freshened himself.
He went back to his hotel, and feeling hungry, made a substantial meal.
He went across to the hotel, tied the gelding at the rack, and sat down on the veranda.
At that moment there was an uproar from the upper part of the hotel.
No; with some strangers at the hotel where I have hung out for the last night or two.
Curtain rises on second act, showing the Hotel Fonseca, at Paris.
It was almost eight when he turned the car into the drive of the White Springs Hotel.
Since the scene at the White Springs Hotel, both knew that no explanation was necessary.
It might have been the parlor of the White Springs Hotel in duplicate, plush self-rocker and all.
In an English hotel, would the chef sit down to talk with boots?