One angle of it interests me tremendously - those velvet slippers.

The velvet slippers come back to us on tide of events, wrapped in newspaper.

"Did he, in that unhappy moment, mention a pair of velvet slippers?"

The same old velvet slippers I'd left in that office, long ago.

One foot bare, the other in a velvet slipper.

On its feet were red velvet slippers, decorated with glass beads.

Her stout shoes had long since become velvet slippers for silence.

But what I most remember were the velvet slippers, which cost a frankly hilarious $950 (£590).

She stuck out a foot just to peek at the toe of a velvet slipper.

"Matson had a green velvet slipper on you," I said.