pop art painting
art painting on canvas
chinese art painting
art painting for sale
I was choking and suffocating by the time I reached Wolf Larsen's bunk. I reached in my hand and felt for him. He was lying motionless, but moved slightly at the touch of my hand. I felt over and under his blankets. There was no warmth, no sign of fire. Yet that smoke which blinded me and made me cough and gasp must have a source. I lost my head temporarily, and dashed frantically about the steerage. A collision with the table partly knocked the wind from my body and brought me to myself. I reasoned that a helpless man could start a fire only near to where he lay. ¡¡¡¡I returned to Wolf Larsen's bunk. There I encountered Maud. How long she had been there in that suffocating atmosphere I could not guess. ¡¡¡¡'Go up on deck,'
oil painting I commanded peremptorily. ¡¡¡¡'But, Humphrey-' she began to protest in a queer, husky voice. ¡¡¡¡'Please! please!' I shouted at her, harshly. ¡¡¡¡She drew away obediently; and then I thought, What if she cannot find the steps? I started after her, to stop at the foot of the companionway. Perhaps she had gone up. As I stood there, hesitant, I heard her cry softly:
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment