Grand Hotel


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Grand Hotel

pictures European bourgeoisie in Berlin between wars. [Ger. Lit.: Grand Hotel]
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Monseigneur, one of the great lords in power at the Court, held his fortnightly reception in his grand hotel in Paris.
But, the comfort was, that all the company at the grand hotel of Monseigneur were perfectly dressed.
Undoubtedly we had to do with civilised people, and, had it not been for the electric light which flooded us, I could have fancied I was in the dining-room of the Adelphi Hotel at Liverpool, or at the Grand Hotel in Paris.
You can hear of me at any time either here or at the Grand Hotel, Paris, but there's nothing further to be got out of me as regards Mr.
To close our first day in Paris cheerfully and pleasantly, we now sought our grand room in the Grand Hotel du Louvre and climbed into our sumptuous bed to read and smoke--but alas!
She looked at the little white bed, which had been hers a few days before, and thought she would like to sleep in it that night, and wake, as formerly, with her mother smiling over her in the morning: Then she thought with terror of the great funereal damask pavilion in the vast and dingy state bedroom, which was awaiting her at the grand hotel in Cavendish Square.
His lair was in the Grand Hotel and the gaudiest cafes.
I sat in the court of the Grand Hotel last night until two o'clock in the morning, watching the coming and going, and the people knocking about."
He was equally at home in the clubs of London and the Continent, the Grand Hotel at Yokohama, and the selector's shanties in the Never-Never country.
Next his mind leaped to the Grand Hotel at Yokohama, where, too, from the sidewalk, he had seen grand ladies.
The shore of the lake presents an unbroken array of establishments of this order, of every category, from the "grand hotel" of the newest fashion, with a chalk-white front, a hundred balconies, and a dozen flags flying from its roof, to the little Swiss pension of an elder day, with its name inscribed in German-looking lettering upon a pink or yellow wall and an awkward summerhouse in the angle of the garden.
Grand Hotel Taipei has opened its secret underground passage to the public.