Charity painting

Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Dance Me to the End of Love
Evening Mood painting
'Dear woman!' I cried, scrambling to my feet. ¡¡¡¡The next moment she was in my arms, weeping convulsively on my shoulder while I clasped her close. I looked down at the brown glory of her hair, glinting gems in the sunshine far more precious to me than those in the treasure-chests of kings. And I bent my head and kissed her hair softly, so softly that she did not know. ¡¡¡¡Then sober thought came to me. After all, she was only a woman, crying her relief, now that the danger was past, in the arms of her protector or of the one who had been endangered. Had I been father or brother, the situation would have been nowise different. Besides, time and place were not meet, and I wished to earn a better right to declare my love. So once again
oil painting I softly kissed her hair as I felt her receding from my clasp. ¡¡¡¡'It is a real attack this time,' I said; 'another shock like the one that made him blind. He feigned at first, and in doing so brought it on.' Maud was already rearranging his pillow. ¡¡¡¡'No,' I said; 'not yet. Now that I have him helpless, helpless he shall remain. From this day we live in the cabin. Wolf Larsen shall live in the steerage