Naiade oil painting

Naiade oil painting
Nighthawks Hopper
Nude on the Beach
One Moment in Time
on across the flat so fiercely, that I had a lazy apprehension of the great deep rising in the night. But I bethought myself that I was in a boat, after all; and that a man like Mr. Peggotty was not a bad person to have on board if anything did happen. Nothing happened, however, worse than morning. Almost as soon as it shone upon the oyster-shell frame of my mirror I was out of bed, and out with little Em'ly, picking up stones upon the beach. ¡¡¡¡'You're quite a sailor, I suppose?' I said to Em'ly. I don't know that I supposed anything of the kind, but I felt it an act of gallantry to say something; and a shining sail close to us made such a pretty little image of itself, at the moment, in her bright eye, that it came into my head to say this. ¡¡¡¡'No,' replied Em'ly, shaking her head, 'I'm afraid o
oil paintingf the sea.' ¡¡¡¡'Afraid!' I said, with a becoming air of boldness, and looking very big at the mighty ocean. 'I an't!' ¡¡¡¡'Ah! but it's cruel,' said Em'ly. 'I have seen it very cruel to some of our men. I have seen it tear a boat as big as our house, all to pieces.' ¡¡¡¡'I hope it wasn't the boat that -' ¡¡¡¡'That father was drownded in?' said Em'ly. 'No. Not that one, I never see that boat.' ¡¡¡¡'Nor him?' I asked her. ¡¡¡¡Little Em'ly shook her head. 'Not to remember!' ¡¡¡¡Here was a coincidence! I immediately went into an explanation how I had never seen my own father; and how my mother and I had always lived by ourselves in the happiest state imaginable, and lived so then, and always meant to live so; and how my father's grave was in the churchyard near our house, and shaded by a tree, beneath the boughs of which I had walked and heard the birds sing many a