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Updated: July 19, 2025
SERGEANT. Peace, my good fellows! a kiss goes free. Enter Miners, and play a waltz at first slowly, and afterwards quicker. The first Yager dances with the girl, the Sutler-woman with the recruit. The girl springs away, and the Yager, pursuing her, seizes hold of a Capuchin Friar just entering. CAPUCHIN. Hurrah! halloo! tol, lol, de rol, le! The fun's at its height! I'll not be away!
"Ah, that will do so give me the newspaper tol de rol," and he began reading and singing, in all the buoyancy of mind consequent on escaping from shipboard after a three months cruise.
'Yes, said Dick, a little disconcerted by the excessive buoyancy of spirits which his employer displayed. 'With him now. 'With him now! cried Brass; 'Ha ha! There let 'em be, merry and free, toor rul rol le. Eh, Mr Richard? Ha ha! 'Oh certainly, replied Dick. 'And who, said Brass, shuffling among his papers, 'who is the lodger's visitor not a lady visitor, I hope, eh, Mr Richard?
I will have no confinement, nothing of that kind attempted." "Well, well," cries the squire, "nothing of that kind shall be attempted; we will try a little longer what fair means will effect; and if this fellow be but hanged out of the way Tol lol de rol! I never heard better news in my life I warrant everything goes to my mind.
During this seclusion he contemplated the many pairs of legs that surrounded him, and almost shut out the light of the fire. How very odd some of the legs were: some were curved where they should be straight, some were straight where they should be curved, and, as Rol said to himself, "they all seemed screwed on differently."
"Harkye, admiral," said Jack, steadying himself as well as he could. "I've put up with you a precious long while, but I won't no longer; you're so drunk, now, that you keeping bobbing up and down like the mizen gaff in a storm that's my opinion tol de rol." "Let him alone, let him alone," urged Mr. Chillingworth.
Rol reached up his hand towards it, whispering her name to himself, "White Fell, White Fell," then slid his arms round her neck, and kissed her once twice. She laughed delightedly, and kissed him again. "The child plagues you?" said Sweyn. "No, indeed," she answered, with an earnestness so intense as to seem disproportionate to the occasion.
Sweyn and his mother supposed him to be cold and dead-tired, and spared all unnecessary questions. And he found himself seated beside the hearth, opposite that dreadful Thing that looked like a beautiful girl; watching her every movement, curdling with horror to see her fondle the child Rol. Sweyn stood near them both, intent upon White Fell also; but how differently!
The great farm hall was ablaze with the fire-light, and noisy with laughter and talk and many-sounding work. None could be idle but the very young and the very old: little Rol, who was hugging a puppy, and old Trella, whose palsied hand fumbled over her knitting.
Then was there soothing and comforting, washing and binding, and a modicum of scolding, till the loud outcry sank into occasional sobs, and the child, tear-stained and subdued, was returned to the chimney-corner settle, where Trella nodded. In the reaction after pain and fright, Rol found that the quiet of that fire-lit corner was to his mind.
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