Pol was going to need all the help he could get.

Through her, they would know a part of the man Pol was.

Pol saw her again as she had looked when he was a little boy.

Pol was only a day old when it happened to him.

Pol and I'll take care of it when the time comes.

Pol asked, but knew better than to wait for an answer.

Pol had already made a good start, before his marriage.

None of these people would understand, and certainly not Pol.

It was more words than Pol usually used in a week.

If Pol saw what was meant for him, he might not understand.

Pol, try to keep the others more or less in sight.

Pol and I'll be waiting for the two of you there.

"Can you really tell me the difference between them, Pol?"

Not that there was anything Pol could do about it.

But Pol had to be in control of everything, leading everyone, doing it all himself.

Pol had joined us late, but she was more than making up for lost time.

Which was a very good thing, since Pol had a class to teach.

Pol had the courage to go off on his own.

But Pol had not missed the look in his father's eyes.

"Does Pol know how far from home you've been going?"

Pol gave a start as he felt light break over him, free of clouds.

Aunt Pol, who always seemed to know what he was doing, looked over at him.

Pol asked his daughter, feeling more than a bit of concern for her as well.

Pol knew what was going through the minds of many who could not see her face.

Pol gave a start, then gestured with his right hand.