Biblis painting

Biblis painting
Boulevard des Capucines
Charity painting
Christ In The Storm On The Sea Of Galilee
Night began to fall, and, to make matters worse, the wind sprang up ahead. Not only did all forward motion cease, but we began to drift back and out to sea. I struggled at the oars till I was played out. Poor Maud, whom I could never prevent from working to the limit of her strength, lay weakly back in the sternsheets. I could row no more. My bruised and swollen hands could no longer close on the oar-handles. My wrists and arms ached intolerably, and, though I had eaten heartily of a twelve-o'clock lunch, I had worked so hard that I was faint from hunger. ¡¡¡¡I pulled in the oars and bent forward to the line which held the tow.
oil paintingBut Maud's hand leapt out restrainingly to mine. ¡¡¡¡'What are you going to do?' she asked in a strained, tense voice. ¡¡¡¡'Cast it off,' I answered, slipping a turn of the rope. ¡¡¡¡But her fingers closed on mine. ¡¡¡¡'Please don't!' she begged. ¡¡¡¡'It is useless,' I answered. 'Here is night and the wind blowing us off the land.'