You can find sandals in just about every color, too.

He just had to get them out of the sandals.

He stood a full five feet six in his sandals.

Her voice died away, as did the sound of sandals on stone.

She took off her sandals and walked into the house without giving me time to say anything.

"You ask why he was making love wearing his sandals?"

He sometimes came to practice with sand in his sandals.

"What could you possibly be looking for in these sandals?"

I had worn sandals, and even these were cut off of me.

I would have brought his sandals to him in my teeth.

Only for one moment did his gaze move to the sandals and back.

He must have lived without the benefit of sandals for many long years.

Finally, he pulled off his sandals and dropped them in.

What kind of traction have you got on those sandals!

The sandals were dark brown, everything else was a smoky blue.

She signed to me to take my sandals off, and not to speak.

"I've heard enough of them since, wearing your sandals while you were away."

Next she pulled on open sandals that were a close fit.

I saw the sandals and robes of a free woman before me.

She, after a moment, running in her sandals, followed me.

Those who objected to going without sandals were simply killed.

If the girl had started the night at a bar, then she was probably wearing sandals.

I headed into the hall, trying to remember where I'd left my sandals.

She looked at the black sandals, then back up to the pearls.

At the bottom she sat on a step and pulled off her sandals.

You can find sandals in just about every color, too.

He just had to get them out of the sandals.

He stood a full five feet six in his sandals.

Her voice died away, as did the sound of sandals on stone.

She took off her sandals and walked into the house without giving me time to say anything.

"You ask why he was making love wearing his sandals?"

He sometimes came to practice with sand in his sandals.

"What could you possibly be looking for in these sandals?"

I had worn sandals, and even these were cut off of me.

I would have brought his sandals to him in my teeth.

Only for one moment did his gaze move to the sandals and back.

He must have lived without the benefit of sandals for many long years.

Finally, he pulled off his sandals and dropped them in.

What kind of traction have you got on those sandals!

The sandals were dark brown, everything else was a smoky blue.

She signed to me to take my sandals off, and not to speak.

"I've heard enough of them since, wearing your sandals while you were away."

Next she pulled on open sandals that were a close fit.

I saw the sandals and robes of a free woman before me.

She, after a moment, running in her sandals, followed me.

Those who objected to going without sandals were simply killed.

If the girl had started the night at a bar, then she was probably wearing sandals.

I headed into the hall, trying to remember where I'd left my sandals.

She looked at the black sandals, then back up to the pearls.

At the bottom she sat on a step and pulled off her sandals.