Over his shoulder he carried a long staff, with the fashion of a little cross at one end; and he had sandaled
feet like any monk.
Presently out of the mass of lion tracks, Tarzan picked up those of many sandaled
feet and the scent spoor of the members of the strange race such as had been with the lions the night before, and then faintly he caught the scent spoor of the girl and a little later that of Smith-Oldwick.
Through narrowed lids the Princess of Helium scrutinized the Jeddak of Manator, from feathered headdress to sandaled
foot and back to feathered headdress.
I will not talk with you, Mary," cried Bertrade, stamping her sandaled
foot, and with a toss of her pretty head she turned abruptly toward the castle.
As Mrs Vincent Crummles recrossed back to the table, there bounded on to the stage from some mysterious inlet, a little girl in a dirty white frock with tucks up to the knees, short trousers, sandaled
shoes, white spencer, pink gauze bonnet, green veil and curl papers; who turned a pirouette, cut twice in the air, turned another pirouette, then, looking off at the opposite wing, shrieked, bounded forward to within six inches of the footlights, and fell into a beautiful attitude of terror, as a shabby gentleman in an old pair of buff slippers came in at one powerful slide, and chattering his teeth, fiercely brandished a walking-stick.
As Art Basel Miami dances in on sandaled
feet, turn your thoughts back to holiday shopping with these watches for the art lover in your life.
After maneuvering a big SUV as close to the presumed grave site as possible, he opened his car door, gingerly tiptoed his sandaled
foot out-and landed in a puddle.
Barefoot or sandaled
women negotiate the uneven cobblestones with wicker baskets of clothing perfectly balanced on their heads and children chase each other through back alleys wearing masks of the devil that are such an integral part of local lore.
I remember thinking of Mary, mother of Jesus, as I glimpsed a pair of sandaled
feet across from me in the Palestinian line at a checkpoint on the West Bank.
In the split-screen view of a woman in a chair in her upstairs bedroom, in one pane she sits with her legs crossed staring at her sandaled
foot, a tumbler of pink lemonade held and resting on her knee, and she studies the color of the polish painted on her toes, thinking it suits her and goes with just about anything.
Lydia had two black eyes, cuts on her hands, and bruises on torso, buttocks, and legs along with a foot injury from where a stomping boot had come down on her sandaled
Charlotte frowned, looking down at her sandaled