And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky.
The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air.
cried the Tree, "the rose is finished now"; but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.
If only Rose would be more matter of fact; not look at him with that expression which made him think of a confiding child.
It was quite gone, in the early dawn, as Rose sat on the edge of the bed looking at her husband.
Intuitively, Rose understood that their first evening and night foreshadowed their whole lives.
I hope you will stay, for it is very dull," said Rose, who had taken a sudden fancy to this girl, who sung like a bird and worked like a woman.
asked Rose, who was fond of tales of found-lings, and had read many.
The tear that would not come when Rose sat waiting for it came now of its own accord two of them in fact and rolled down her cheeks, telling the tale of love and sorrow better than any words could do it.
The prospect before you,' answered Rose, firmly, 'is a brilliant one.
Busy recollections of old hopes, cherished as a girl, long ago, crowded into the mind of Rose, while making this avowal; but they brought tears with them, as old hopes will when they come back withered; and they relieved her.
I cannot help this weakness, and it makes my purpose stronger,' said Rose, extending her hand.