I came to Annecy just six years after this event; Madam de Warrens was then eight—and—twenty, being born with the century.
That day we left Annecy, and on the next went to prayers at Geneva.
I lived at Annecy during a year without the least reproach, giving universal satisfaction.
Then it gave him an opportunity of harassing his enemy, the bishop of Annecy.
Picture to yourself a lake the size of Zug, or Annecy, or Orta.
The car had nearly reached Annecy before Celia woke to consciousness.
M. Rendu, Bishop of Annecy, to whose writings I have just referred, died last autumn.
Balzac's autumn trip was prolonged as far as Annecy and Geneva.
Christianity first came to Annecy in the fourth century, with St. Emilien.
I returned at once to Annecy, only to find that madame had left for Paris.