In unison they took a slow stride forward, faces bleak.

Nicholson stopped his slow strides and turned to look at her.

The gray suit, the long, slow stride, the height, told him one of the men was Augustine.

With a slow stride he moved from group to group, studying all the different people.

A few others were coming up, persons who moved with slow, mechanical stride.

The old man was pacing beside the water, in slow strides like the white bird.

With long, slow strides he went across the camp toward the stranger, who did not move.

He came with slow stride, his sullen face set straight ahead.

Then, with slow stride, he followed after the two who were walking along the central passage.

He got up and walked out into the open with a slow stride.