Every day when he came back from his stroll
he would ask if any seafaring men had gone by along the road.
He loved to stroll
through the gaunt cold picture-gallery of his country house and look at the various portraits of those whose blood flowed in his veins.
Raoul thought that she would propose a stroll
in the country, far from that building which he detested as a prison whose jailer he could feel walking within the walls.
That very evening, the Caliph, with his grand-vizir Giafar, and Mesrour, chief of the eunuchs, all three disguised, as was their habit, went out to take a stroll
through the town.
That afternoon they took Don Quixote out for a stroll
, not in his armour but in street costume, with a surcoat of tawny cloth upon him, that at that season would have made ice itself sweat.
Were one to stroll
down Broadway with a Numidian lion at his heels the effect would be somewhat similar to that which I should have produced had I entered Zodanga with Woola.
He had invented a gait for this first country stroll
with his daughter, which was admirably in key.
I saw her asleep, and went out for a little stroll
Then let me stroll
through the bright hours as they pass, in my garden among my flowers, or I will mount the hill and sing my song, or weave my verse beside the limpid brook.
Sometimes on holidays I used to stroll
along the sunny side of the Nevsky about four o'clock in the afternoon.
Then, after a stroll
along the Nevski Prospect, I read "The Daily Bee".
Collins invited them to take a stroll
in the garden, which was large and well laid out, and to the cultivation of which he attended himself.
They were restful (and I should say very unprofitable), those basins, where the chief officer of one of the ships involved in the harassing, strenuous, noisy activity of the New South Dock only a few yards away could escape in the dinner-hour to stroll
, unhampered by men and affairs, meditating (if he chose) on the vanity of all things human.
There was certainly nothing harsh or even cold in the manner of the speaker, but still it repressed the conversation, and they continued to stroll
still farther from the party, retaining each other’s arm, but observing a pro found silence.
The world, to his sense, was a great bazaar, where one might stroll
about and purchase handsome things; but he was no more conscious, individually, of social pressure than he admitted the existence of such a thing as an obligatory purchase.