The man who began all this street fighting was a Frenchman—Eugne Delacroix.
However, I suppose it is the history of all street fighting.
It was street fighting, with all its ambuscades and surprises.
There were no barricades—no street fighting—no obstructions of any kind.
His language was hot, broken, confused, like the street fighting it chronicled.
It was clear that the fires were all set, and there were no evidence of street fighting.
He inclines rather to street fighting against revolutionaries—because then she could see him from the window.
When the town was occupied there was some street fighting, which the Germans abandoned by retiring to higher ground beyond.
Rainy dawn and the tongues of the churches ushered in the last day of street fighting.
She was likely to be accountable for a good deal of bloodshed if there was any street fighting next day.