At the corner, he turned quickly up the side street.

He walked back up the street, every step an effort.

She just turned away and started back up the street.

As we walked together up the high street, many heads turned.

I started a fire up the street; no one was hurt.

They were a few yards up the street, talking with a woman.

So he turned around and went back up the street.

She looked out the window, up the street toward where her mother now lives.

I pointed the way up the street to her house.

I walked away up the street, and after a moment, he followed.