Mason said nothing for a moment, got up, and walked to Amy's door.

On the nagging issue of slavery, Mason walked a fine line.

Mason walked aimlessly toward the corner, as though he had a few minutes to kill.

Mason walked across the room and into a bathroom.

Mason walked to the desk, picked up a piece of paper, and held a pencil over it.

Mason lowered his shoulder, pushed the door back and walked into the room.

Mason shrugged his shoulders, walked to the door, twisted the key, and opened it.

Mason pushed his shoulder against the door, and walked into the apartment.

Mason turned abruptly, walked back to the counsel table and sat down.

Mason walked to the end of the long mahogany table, taking his place behind the podium there.