A fellow in a post office uniform walked in the door.

The fellow who stood out walked without looking up, keeping his eyes on the feet of the man in front of him.

Daniel said, but the fellow turned with only a grunt and walked back behind the bar.

The old fellow walked so slowly and he himself was late already.

Old fellows out for their afternoon walks in the park.

A big tall fellow, who looked like he was walking in his sleep.

A block away, under the leaden sky, the old fellow was still walking along.

"This fellow can walk and learn his lesson at the same time."

A fellow doesn't walk away from a woman like Barb that easily.

I can still remember one night when a fellow walked in, apparently holding his head on with his hands.