She undressed, brought the straight-backed chair close to the fire, and, in her dainty nightgown, part of her trousseau, sat elbow on knee, face in thin, clutching hands, slippered feet on fender, thinking, thinking once again.
"The Rough Road"
William John Locke
Two o'clock by the dressing-table watch, and still the noiseless slippered feet of the sleepless man came and went.
"Somehow Good"
William de Morgan
Cautiously he changed the position of his slippered feet.
"The Sins of Séverac Bablon"
Sax Rohmer