He had on a dirty cotton shirt and dirty cotton trousers--a night dress that served equally well for the day.

His feet were flat and thick and were hideous with corns and bunions.

Susan had early been made a critical observer of feet by the unusual symmetry of her own.

She had seen few feet that were fit to be seen; but never, she thought, had she seen an exhibition so repellent.
"What t'hell----" he began.

Then, discovering Susan, he growled, "Beg pardon, miss." Roderick explained--that is, told the prearranged story.