1 Her feet were broad and coarse.
2 There was not a particle of earth beneath their feet.
3 She arose, climbing over Robert's feet with a muttered apology.
4 Edna looked at her feet, and noticed the sand and slime between her brown toes.
5 The foamy wavelets curled up to her white feet, and coiled like serpents about her ankles.
6 He drew up the rocker, hoisted his slippered feet on the rail, and proceeded to smoke a cigar.
7 Mr. Pontellier once more seated himself with elevated feet, and after a reasonable interval of time smoked some more cigars.
8 The two seated themselves there in the shade of the porch, side by side, with their backs against the pillows and their feet extended.
9 When the time came for her to go home, Mr. Highcamp grunted a lame offer to escort her, looking down at his slippered feet with tactless concern.
10 She contemplated with the greatest interest this woman who gave the most sumptuous dinners in America, and who had all the men in New Orleans at her feet.
11 The boys were being put to bed; the patter of their bare, escaping feet could be heard occasionally, as well as the pursuing voice of the quadroon, lifted in mild protest and entreaty.
12 But she died between summers; then Robert posed as an inconsolable, prostrating himself at the feet of Madame Ratignolle for whatever crumbs of sympathy and comfort she might be pleased to vouchsafe.
13 Blowing out the candle, which her husband had left burning, she slipped her bare feet into a pair of satin mules at the foot of the bed and went out on the porch, where she sat down in the wicker chair and began to rock gently to and fro.