She used a few combs to pull hers into a French bun.
I wanted to say the entire French Foreign hiding in the other room but before I could speak, we both could barely hear a voice.
It touted a French cuisine presenting a local fare of fresh products.
Irish and French share common ancestors.
The light beyond the solid French doors made her flinch, but she forced herself to cross the doorway.
"That would be a description of his ego and nothing else," the brooding blond said with a light French accent.
"Drop her off at my place," he said, referring to the Immortal's stronghold in the French Alps.
His French accent rolled off his deep voice in a way that made her smile.
Rhyn stood beside a lake on the property the Immortals owned around the castle in the French Alps.
She turned where he indicated, noticing the double French doors for the first time.
"I don't even speak French," she muttered.
The French doors were locked, and she beat on them, looking around wildly for deck furniture to break the glass.
Katie awoke sweating in her bed in the cavernous room to which she.d been exiled upon arriving to the Immortals. castle in the French Alps.
She turned it off and eased out of bed, stopping to gaze out the French doors.
A bakery box held four small French pastries.
Kris had opened it near the cliff. On the other side of the world from the Caribbean Sanctuary, the French Alps were dark and cold, and it was sleeting.
Rhyn crossed his arms, irritated. Kiki trotted from the patio into the house perched on a hill overlooking Tokyo. He returned ten minutes later with a small briefcase, a jacket and a hard case for his iPad. Rhyn opened the portal, and the two strode through it, back to the massive tree where Rhyn had lost Toby in the cold, wet French Alps.
He grabbed an order of French fries and a burger at the drive-in of a national chain, eating on the road, licking the salt from his fingers as he searched among the glass and steel structures for the address he had jotted down earlier.
We're all trapped by a raging blizzard in an obscure little hotel on the French Riviera.
At the moment his French lesson was unwelcome.
If she wanted to learn French or Spanish, she'd take lessons.
Hamburgers, hot dogs, onion rings, French fries - you know, the usual fast food stuff.
"Take my hand and close your eyes," Jenn said, holding out her hand to reveal a perfect French manicure.
After the French occupation in 1842, the building was used successively as a soap factory, a prison, a canteen, a parish church, and, lastly, as a museum.
LOUIS PIERRE MANUEL (1 75 1 - 1 793), French writer and Revolutionist, was born at Montargis (Loiret).
In European history, the Renaissance (from the French word for "rebirth") was a period of renewed interest in the Classical Greek and Roman civilizations and their art, music, writing, and philosophy.
The result was the French Revolution, its Reign of Terror, and blood in the streets (as well as, ultimately, the creation of the metric system).
Everything fascinated me, especially the French bronzes.
I study French, too.
If one may judge who rarely looks into the newspapers, nothing new does ever happen in foreign parts, a French revolution not excepted.
I know a woodchopper, of middle age, who takes a French paper, not for news as he says, for he is above that, but to "keep himself in practice," he being a Canadian by birth; and when I ask him what he considers the best thing he can do in this world, he says, beside this, to keep up and add to his English.
All her invitations without exception, written in French, and delivered by a scarlet-liveried footman that morning, ran as follows:
He spoke in that refined French in which our grandfathers not only spoke but thought, and with the gentle, patronizing intonation natural to a man of importance who had grown old in society and at court.