in a walk

Yes, Byrd—dead four-and-a-half years now—was a Kleagle in the Ku Klux Klan.

The two women had no intention of bathing; they had just strolled down to the beach for a walk and to be alone and near the water.

Now-a-days it is the bankrupt who flouts, and his too confiding creditors who are jeered and laughed at.

She set off down Trafalgar Road in the mist and the rain, glad that she had been compelled to walk.

He felt himself the meanest, vilest thing a-crawl upon this sinful earth, and she—dear God!

I could see only the stretch of green before me, and I felt as if I must walk on forever, without coming to the end of it.