The selfish families, all fighting for more land and more power, gradually formed themselves into two parties--the parties of the Red Rose and of the White Rose. The leading family in the Red Rose party was that of Lancaster, represented by the saintly King Henry VI.; the leading family in the White Rose party was that of York. In the Wars of the Roses, York and Lancaster fought over the crown, and those who supported them over a castle or an estate.英文原著 · 《A Short History of Wales》
Already the Citoyenne Beauharnais wearies of her walk. Her skin is chalked and powdered with dust, she smells dust, and behind the wall are roses! Roses with smooth open petals, poised above rippling leaves . Roses . They have told her so. The Citoyenne Beauharnais shrugs her shoulders and makes a little face. She must mend her pace if she would be back in time for dinner. Roses indeed!英文原著 · 《Men, Women and Ghosts》
George Read, Emmet 9479, inscribed "Etched by Albert Rosenthal Phila. 1888." There is in Emmet 9481 a stipple plate "Engraved by J. Longacre from a Painting by -- Pine." It is upon the Longacre-Pine portrait that Rosenthal and others, like H. Hall, have depended for their portrait of Read. Gunning Bedford, Jr., Emmet 9483, inscribed "Etched by Albert Rosenthal Phila. 1888." Rosenthal also painted a portrait, "after Charles Willson Peale," for Independence Hall. The, etching is the same portrait. On May 13, 1883, Mr.英文原著 · 《The Fathers of the Constitution》
Sitting astride his chest, his knees on Rosenblatt's arms, and gripping him by the throat, he held him voiceless and helpless. Soon his victim lay still, looking up into his assailant's face in surprise, fear and rage unspeakable. "Rosenblatt," said the bearded man in a soft voice, "you know me-- me?"
"No," gasped Rosenblatt in terrible fury, "what do you--"
"Look," said the man. With his free hand he swept off the black beard which he stuffed into his pocket. Rosenblatt looked. "Kalmar!" he gasped, terror in his eyes. "Yes, Kalmar," replied the man. "Help!--" The cry died at his teeth.英文原著 · 《The Foreigner》
Then the deserted one, still kneeling, took Rose in her lap, and caressed and comforted her, and poured words of gratitude and affection over her like a warm shower. They rose hand in hand. Then Rose suddenly seized Josephine, and looked long and anxiously down into her eyes. They flashed fire under the scrutiny. "Yes, it is all over; I could not despise and love. I am dead to him, as he is dead to France."
This was joyful news to Rose. "I hoped it would be so," said she; "but you frightened me. My noble sister, were I ever to lose your esteem, I should die.英文原著 · 《White Lies》
Rose's only thought now was to expose the traitor to her sister, and restore her peace. She pretended not to see Camille till he was near her. He came eagerly towards her, his pale face flushing with great joy, and his eyes like diamonds. "Josephine! It is not Josephine, after all," said he. "Why, this must be Rose, little Rose, grown up to a fine lady, a beautiful lady."
"What do you come here for, sir?" asked Rose in a tone of icy indifference. "What do I come here for? is that the way to speak to me?英文原著 · 《White Lies》