fine art oil painting

'My woman, my one small woman,' I said, my free hand petting her shoulder in the way all lovers know though never learn in school. ¡¡¡¡'My man,' she said, looking at me for an instant with tremulous lids which fluttered down and veiled her eyes as she rested her head against my breast with a happy little sigh. ¡¡¡¡I looked toward the cutter. It was very close. A boat was being lowered. ¡¡¡¡'One kiss, dear love,' I whispered. 'One kiss more before they come.' ¡¡¡¡'And rescue us from ourselves,' she completed, with a most adorable smile, whimsical as I had never seen it, for it was wind beat on our faces and the white seas roared past. By the second night Maud was falling asleep from exhaustion. I covered her with oilskins and a tarpaulin. She was comparatively dry, but she was numb with the cold. I feared greatly that she might die in the night; but day broke, cold and cheerless, with the same clouded sky and beating wind and roaring seas.