Instantly the houn' dog rose from his accustomed place under the table and crouched, ready to repel invaders.
A dog rose and stretched itself elaborately, yawning the while.
The dog rose and sank with the grace almost of the prima donna herself.
The seed-vessel of this rose is rounder than the hip of the dog rose.
So the dog rose softly and moved to the side of the narrow bed, where he stretched himself on the floor.
A dog rose and stretched himself elaborately, yawning the while.
The dog rose, with ears erect, and looked anxiously first at his master and then into the grave.
But just then the dog rose to look pointedly toward the corner of the house.
On the opening of the door, the dog rose—advanced to caress his master—and looked up in Linley's face.
Thereupon the dog rose from his seat on the wagon-bottom, jumped down after him, and shook himself.