After they had withdrawn, no other footsteps approached the sacred place.
Following in their footsteps is an inexhaustible efflorescence of prodigies.
Footsteps, it is true, seemed to be passing and repassing, in other parts of the palace.
He heard her footsteps as she crossed to the door and opened it.
It was ended by footsteps echoing in the covered passageway.
The footsteps were incessant, and the hurry of them became more and more rapid.
Louder sounded the footsteps, plainer the voices of the redcoats.
Unconsciously, in the deep heart of the wood, their footsteps slackened.
Closer sounded the footsteps, and then they ceased and there came a knock on the door.
He was behind her, and she could hear his footsteps—longing to go faster.
