The clerk ran his fingers through his little card file.

The clerk ran the card through the scanner and stared at the details on the screen.

Then he and the other clerks ran out of the office as fast as they could.

I know very well that chief clerks really run things.

Turning, the clerk ran her fingers up and along the key compartments to number 412.

The clerk ran after her, bowing continually, and asked where he should send the dummy.

So the clerk turned and ran back into the clothing store.

The clerk ran out of the room with the paper.

The clerk looked close and ran his hands over the material.

As the clerk ran the card through, she picked the tags off, and put the parka on.