She stood in the bedroom doorway, still crying, pathetic in her half-slip.

The oral hygienist came in, wearing a pink nylon half-slip and nothing else.

Florence had removed her skirt and sweater and was leaning over, stepping from her half-slip.

He half-climbed, half-slipped down a short ladder, rolled away from the bottom of it, lay there.

When the last hoof-beat had ceased, he half-slipped, half-sank from his saddle to the ground, and sat on a mossy boulder.