[rəʊld] or [rold]
(adj.) uttered with a trill; 'she used rolling r's as in Spanish' .
Typist: Sadie--From WordNet
(imp. & p. p.) of Roll
- There was a fine gentle wind, and Mr. Pickwick's hat rolled sportively before it. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Tears rolled silently down Rosamond's cheeks; she just pressed her handkerchief against them, and stood looking at the large vase on the mantel-piece. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- He experimented with bundles of iron wires variously insulated, also with sheet-iron rolled cylindrically and covered with iron wire wound concentrically. Frank Lewis Dyer. Edison, His Life and Inventions.
- Piani picked up Aymo's cap where it had rolled down the embankment and put it over his face. Ernest Hemingway. A Farewell To Arms.
- Brian de Bois-Guilbert rolled on the field, encumbered with the stirrup, from which he was unable to draw his foot. Walter Scott. Ivanhoe.
- A weight rolled off her. D. H. Lawrence. Women in Love .
- His loose eyes rolled frightfully--not in terror, but in exultation. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- The door closed, and the carriage rolled softly through the snow; and back returned the Countess, pensive and anxious. Charlotte Bronte. Villette.
- Large tears trembled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- Not before the eighteenth century do we find rolled sheet iron (1728) and rolled rods and bars (1783). H. G. Wells. The Outline of History_Being a Plain History of Life and Mankind.
- They projected so far, and they rolled about so loosely, that you wondered uneasily why they remained in their sockets. Wilkie Collins. The Moonstone.
- His eyes rolled in his head; I was strangling him, I think. Charlotte Bronte. Shirley.
- I fear the kitten has rolled it away, said the tiny old lady, involuntarily continuing her beaver-like notes. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- This made such a very miserable piece of business of it, that I rolled myself up in a corner of the counterpane, and cried myself to sleep. Charles Dickens. David Copperfield.
- He further gave me leave to get into the inside, as the vehicle was empty: I entered, was shut in, and it rolled on its way. Charlotte Bronte. Jane Eyre.
- I wish Glowry was choked with her Man of Sin and her Battle of Armageddon, cried the other, and the carriage rolled away over Putney Bridge. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- Victor and vanquished rolled limp and lifeless upon the moss, a huge mass of torn and bloody flesh. Edgar Rice Burroughs. A Princess of Mars.
- Mr. Ben Allen's hat rolled down the steps immediately afterwards, and Mr. Ben Allen's body followed it directly. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- Earth, gray with age, shall hear the strain Which o’er her childhood rolled; For her the morning stars again Shall sing their song of old. Edward W. Byrn. The Progress of Invention in the Nineteenth Century.
- Occasionally an ember rolled off the bank, and dropped with a hiss into the pool. Thomas Hardy. The Return of the Native.
- A dozen dead and dying men rolled hither and thither upon the pitching deck, the living intermingled with the dead. Edgar Rice Burroughs. Tarzan of the Apes.
- In spite of Rosamond's self-control a tear fell silently and rolled over her lips. George Eliot. Middlemarch.
- Instead of these articles being made of sheets of rolled copper and silver, a silver plate of any desired thickness is applied to the base metal by electricity. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- Considerable skill is required to do this, as all the joints and seams must be rolled down smooth and firm to ensure a solid boot or shoe. Various. The Wonder Book of Knowledge.
- Did an elderly gentleman essay to stop the progress of the ball, it rolled between his legs or slipped between his fingers. Charles Dickens. The Pickwick Papers.
- The child lay panting on her pillows, as one exhausted,--the large clear eyes rolled up and fixed. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- Anselmo was already asleep in a corner, rolled in his blanket and his cape, not even his nose showing. Hemingway, Ernest. For Whom The Bell Tolls.
- The place in front was littered with straw where the vans had been laden and rolled off. William Makepeace Thackeray. Vanity Fair.
- St. Clare was a good deal affected at the sight of it; the little book had been rolled in a long strip of black crape, torn from the funeral weeds. Harriet Beecher Stowe. Uncle Tom's Cabin.
- To the best of my belief, they were rolled up. Arthur Conan Doyle. The Return of Sherlock Holmes.