Usage examples of "neuf".
We were crossing the Pont Neuf in our coach when we were set upon near the spot where Henry of Navarre was murdered by Ravaillac.
I thought of Lord Marchamont murdered on the Pont Neuf and then of the solitary figures who had shadowed me.
Si nous restons ici huit ou neuf mois, nous pouvons tres bien en donner trois ou quatre a Paris.
When Lulu held the child that Marthe brought home from the Pont Neuf, everyone understood that in a family of eight equal mothers, Lulu would somehow be most equal of all.
February, 1793, when Agnes, with eyes swollen with tears, a market basket on her arm, and a look of dreary despair on her young face, turned that selfsame angle on her way to the Pont Neuf, and nearly fell over the rickety construction which sheltered him and his stock-in-trade.
But presently he appeared to make up his mind, and continued his leisurely walk as far as the Pont Neuf, where he turned sharply off to his right, still whistling, Tournefort and Chauvelin hard upon his heels.
I would not dare to walk out then and there in the dark, as far as the Pont Neuf, wearing his blouse and hat and carrying a bundle the same as his under my arm.
Straw dummies of Brienne and Lamoignon were burned night after night, and on the Pont Neuf anyone not bowing to that popular totem, the statue of Henri IV, was manhandled.
The stalls belonging to the women orange sellers of the Pont Neuf were seized, and when they had been burned, the sentry boxes on the bridge were snatched from their occupiers.
Bloodshed through surrogate sacrifices, be they the mannequins burned on the Pont Neuf, prize white doves strangled in their cots or more inanimate targets like violently defaced coats of arms on carriages or church pews, all performed the same symbolic function: an oblation for freedom.
The municipality took him up on a proposal to erect a platform on the Pont Neuf opposite the statue of Henri IV, where the cannon of the Bastille could be mounted.
In the long arcade adjoining the Chateau Neuf, Queen Catherine watched with her ladies, Margaret Lennox among them, and the pages glinted like rudd in between.
In the dark room in the Chateau Neuf, facing him silent at last, she was able to clear her mind of all but what she had long ago primed herself to do.
Chateau Neuf and Chateau Vieux, only the harp-fall of the fountains, and silence.
At the Chateau Neuf Northampton slept, well bedded, well content, under the three flags of Scotland, England and France.