Madame d'Ambre reproached the four, her white-rose cheeks flushing with annoyance.
He rarely went out, but sat dreaming in white-rose Cottage, which was lonely and quiet enough in its remote suburb.
Still, they had felt no longing for white-rose Cottage again.
They had known hours of bitter anguish, and many long days of poverty, with no escape, and the remembrance of white-rose Cottage.
white-rose Cottage wrapped in mist; in the back room a blazing fire.
Her white-rose cheeks took sudden warmth of hue, and her pale nostrils quivered.
They tried boiling oil this morning, and the oil turned into white-rose leaves, and the fire under it turned to a white-rose bush.