“Mrs Flintwinch crossed the hall, feeling its pavement cold to her stockingless feet, and peeped in between the rusty hinges on the door, which stood a little open.”

“The soles of the stockingless feet were encased in a most comfortable kind of sandal that anyone would wish to wear.”

“My companion told me rather matter-of-factly that in central New Orleans, being stockingless was the mark of a Bourbon Street prostitute.”