"I've won," he said quietly as the carriage rolled slowly past.

The carriage rolled out of the stables and onto the street.

Just then the carriage rolled on something harder than gravel road.

The carriage rolled on past the next narrow cross street before it stopped.

She watched as a carriage rolled up and her father entered it.

It was but a few minutes after ten o'clock, when her carriage rolled along the street in which she lived.

They stopped arguing and began to laugh as the carriage rolled away.

The carriage, therefore, did not simply roll along - it flew.

Just as she lifted her face to look at him, the carriage rolled past a street lamp.

As the carriage rolled away he stood for a few moments lost in thought.