"Why not walk over to the old Omnibus House," suggested Grace.
Suppose we walk over to that clump of trees on the other side of the track.
"Walk over me now," he muttered in a sort of astounded and discomfited whisper.
"Well, then, I 'll walk over and see you in the evening," said Massingbred.
I was to walk over to Portabandon, to return the curate's call.
Was it possible ...