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Churt is a village and civil parish in the borough of Waverley in Surrey, England. It is on the A287 road between Hindhead and Farnham. A clustered settlement set in areas acting as its green buffers, which include the Devil's Jumps. The west of the village declines in height to the steep edge of Whitmore Vale, which is itself mostly in Headley, Hampshire. At the foot of this bank is a steeply cut brook which defines the Hampshire border. Old boundary stones are visible at the junction of Green Lane and Green Cross Lane. The town of Farnham is centred north. The village has forests and heathland by and atop the Greensand Ridge, at a lesser height than, for example, Gibbet Hill, Hindhead south east.
Usage examples of "churt".
Then at Lord Churt, as he bare possibility occurred to his mind that, in a Christmas freak of characteristic generosity, he might have somehow contrived to get it enclosed with her letter.
He had counted on Norah's making a triumphant conquest of the Churt household, and it was exceedingly galling to find her, instead, exposed to an odious suspicion Aunt Blaxter's demeanour was all the more maddening that he could think of no means to prove its unreasonableness.
He looked gratefully at Lady Churt, as her gentle voice gave the discussion a fresh turn.
The Aberdeen terrier at her feet looked up at the sound of his name, and Churt continued: "I shall telephone to Scotland Yard.
With a tact of which Kenneth had hardly thought him capable, Churt turned to Norah.
But why might not Winslade have told him about those two moves while Churt was letting me in at the front door?
Precisely those pieces, and only those, are stained that Gornay touched in showing that Lord Churt might have won the game.
We know how quickly he can think out a combination from the way in which he showed that Lord Churt could have won the game, when it looked so hopeless that he resigned.
The drone Churt Lyne had been a family friend for nearly a millennium and parts of its personality were supposed to date back to when they'd been programs in a house-systems computer nine thousand years earlier.
Ulver Seich shook her head slowly at the text hanging in the air in front of her and the drone Churt Lyne.
She ran down the curved steps to the bedroom floor and almost bumped into the drone Churt Lyne.
She'd missed the noon deadline by over an hour, but there were certain things about one's toilet that simply couldn't be rushed, and - as she'd told a briefly but fetchingly incandescently furious Churt Lyne from her milk-bath - if she was really that important to all these top-secret plans, SC had no choice but to wait.
Hell, Churt was being ambiguous about whether she was in it now or not.
The drone Churt Lyne sat oblivious on the floor of the cabin, taking no apparent notice of the girl's glare.
She had asked if she and Churt Lyne might go aboard the GSV when Genar-Hofoen did, but her request had been turned down.