In a lull, after one such loud gust, rol lifted his head in surprise and listened.
These legs approved by rol were a little apart from the rest.
He listened a moment, and heard some one at a distance calling, "rol—lo, rol—lo."
rol growled and rolled and shoved invitingly, but could only gain from the old dog placid toleration and a half-observant blink.
In the reaction after pain and fright, rol found that the quiet of that fire-lit corner was to his mind.
The carver's strong objections to this disconcerted rol, who for five minutes thereafter effaced himself under the table.
rol sprawled forward to survey the room, and contemplate another journey under the table.
Quite content was rol, and more than content when Sweyn paused a minute to joke, and pat his head and pull his curls.
rol settled himself again on her lap, and began to unwind the bandage bound round his hand.
At that time, and even now, how few miners do not drink and "rol a bit," as they call it.