We walked through the garden.

And as I walked on I was lonely no longer.

Then he turned away and walked up the hill to the cottage.

Dick Boulton walked around past the cottage down to the lake.

As he walked back along the halls he thought of Ag in his bed.

He had been in many towns, walked much, and seen many pictures.

It flopped over his shoulder and made a musical sound as he walked.

She walked over to the edge of the dock and looked down to the water.

Then she walked across the dock and up the steep sandy road to go to bed.

She walked back to where Jim was lying and shook him once more to make sure.

He walked in the heat out the gate and along the path into the hemlock woods.

He stopped stiff and one of the monos held his bridle and walked him forward.

They started off and walked up past the cottage and out the back gate into the woods.

The young Indian stopped and blew out his lantern and they all walked on along the road.

It was just beginning to be daylight when they walked along the logging road back toward the lake.

She liked it the way he walked over from the shop and often went to the kitchen door to watch for him to start down the road.

There was no moon and they walked ankle deep in the sandy road through the trees down to the dock and the warehouse on the bay.

They walked up from the beach through a meadow that was soaking wet with dew, following the young Indian who carried a lantern.

We walked through a high hallway into a bright rosy-coloured space, fragilely bound into the house by French windows at either end.