Terence O'Rourke, Gentleman Adventurer
above the black of a velvet bodice, which, together with her spreading skirt of crimson cloth, was half hidden by a bright expanse of apron. Moreover, that skirt—in keeping with the custom of the neighborhood—was sensibly short; whereby it was made evident that mademoiselle might, if so she willed, boast a foot of quality, an ankle …
Promptly O'Rourke's thirst became unbearable, and he advanced a step or two with a purposeful air.
Mademoiselle as promptly disappeared into the gloom of the inner room.
O'Rourke followed her example, finding it cool within and clean, inviting, and tempting to dalliance. There was a great, cold fireplace; and broad, spotless tables, and chairs were ranged about upon a floor of earth hard-packed and neatly sanded. Also, from a farther room came odors of cookery, enchanting first his nose and then all the hungry man that was O'Rourke.
He stalked to the center of the room, half blinded by his sudden transition from the sun glare to this comfortable gloom, and discovered the girl standing with a foot on the threshold of the adjoining apartment, watching him over her shoulder.
O'Rourke cleared his throat harshly; and "What would m'sieur?" she desired to know.
"That, me dear," said O'Rourke. With his walking stick he indicated one of the row of steins that decorated the chimneypiece. "And, mind ye, full to the brim," he stipulated.
The girl murmured a reply, and went about his bidding. Slowly, with a suggestion of weariness in his manner, O'Rourke went to the back of the room, where he found a little compartment, partitioned off, containing benches and a small table.
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