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I scarcely ever saw her come in without thinking afresh how odd it was that, being so little in herself, she should yet be so much in others. She was a meagre little Miss Churm, but she was an ample heroine of romance. She was only a freckled cockney, but she could represent everything, from a fine lady to a shepherdess; she had the faculty, as she might have had a fine voice or long hair.
I answered; "the one with the 'golden eyes, in black velvet, for the long thing in the Cheapside." "Golden eyes? I SAY!" cried Miss Churm, while my companions watched her with intensity as she withdrew.
Without going into the question of what HAD been looked for, I saw at this rate I shouldn't get the other books to do. I hurled myself in despair upon Miss Churm, I put her through all her paces.
The rain had come on since their arrival. "I'm all in a soak; there WAS a mess of people in the 'bus. I wish you lived near a stytion," said Miss Churm. I requested her to get ready as quickly as possible, and she passed into the room in which she always changed her dress. But before going out she asked me what she was to get into this time. "It's the Russian princess, don't you know?"
Without going into the question of what HAD been looked for, I had to face the fact that at this rate I shouldn't get the other books to do. I hurled myself in despair on Miss Churm I put her through all her paces.
The Tenth Director listened to the President's recitative of their difficulties, chorused by the Board. "Gentlemen," said Director Churm, "you want two things. The first is Money!"
"Ain't they bad enough without her?" I had often sociably denounced them to Miss Churm. It was for the elucidation of a mystery in one of these works that I first tried Mrs. Monarch. Her husband came with her, to be useful if necessary it was sufficiently clear that as a general thing he would prefer to come with her.
I answered; "the one with the 'golden eyes, in black velvet, for the long thing in the Cheapside." "Golden eyes? I SAY!" cried Miss Churm, while my companions watched her with intensity as she withdrew.
I tried him almost secretly at first, for I was really rather afraid of the judgement my other models would pass on such a choice. If they regarded Miss Churm as little better than a snare what would they think of the representation by a person so little the real thing as an Italian street-vendor of a protagonist formed by a public school?
"Ain't they had enough without her?" I had often sociably denounced them to Miss Churm. It was for the elucidation of a mystery in one of these works that I first tried Mrs. Monarch. Her husband came with her, to be useful if necessary it was sufficiently clear that as a general thing he would prefer to come with her.
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