Rose walked to the middle of the room, stood still, and gazed about her with eyes that brightened as they looked, for all was changed.

Rose walked over to the student and put her arm round his shoulders.

The next morning Alan and Rose walked along the highway by the little lake.

Rose, having sniffed his body, walked quietly alongside, staying close.

I returned to my office as Rose was walking through the door.

And the moment that Rose walked through the door of the bookstore, she was in heaven.

Rose had given him one last look and was walking heavy-footed back to the kitchen again.

'Good morning,' Rose said now, glancing at the woman as if she might 6e the new gardener, and walked on.

We both looked up as Rose walked in again, this time carrying a long white box tied with a luxurious red bow.

Rose walked slowly into the clearing, turning her head back and forth as though listening for something only she could hear.