Now and then the crowd parted before the clanging bell of a Red Cross ambulance rushing its load of bleeding bodies to the hospitals along the Place de meir.
"The Log of a Noncombatant"
Horace Green
I stopped at the American Consul's office on the Place de meir, only to find the place was locked.
"The Log of a Noncombatant"
Horace Green
180. Again, when Common Thift is brought to condign punishment, he remembers his border friends in his dying speech: The widdefow wardanis tuik my geir, And left me nowthir horse nor meir, Nor erdly gud that me belangit; Now, walloway!
"Minstrelsy of the Scottish border (3rd ed) (1 of 3)"
Walter Scott