They hurried across the Charing Cross Road, where great buses rolled and rocked, crammed with people.
The train began to move slowly across the Thames to Charing Cross.
Rhodes, the bookseller and actor, lived at the Ship at Charing Cross.
He entered an hotel near Charing Cross, and ordered some refreshment and a bed.
Their luggage was already registered through to Charing Cross and they had only dressing bags with them.
For reasons which he was at a loss to define Eric saw them off at Charing Cross.
Five minutes after they were mounted and making for Charing Cross.
Since leaving Charing Cross five days before he had been ever active.
She knew of no business that would take him to Charing Cross, and they were thankful the train did not start from Victoria.
It might as well stand at Charing Cross; the blockhead that it is!