'
It came out of the sea--all by itself. I drew that fight, fought out in green
water over the naked, choking soul, and the woman served as the model for the
devils and the angels both--sea-devils and sea-angels, and the soul half
drowned between them. It doesn't sound much, but when there was a good light on
the lower deck it looked very fine and creepy. It was seven by fourteen feet,
all done in shifting light for shifting light."
"Did the woman inspire you much?" said Torpenhow.
"She and the sea between them--immensely. There was a heap of bad drawing in
that picture. I remember I went out of my way to foreshorten for sheer delight
of doing it, and I foreshortened damnably, but for all that it's the best thing
I've ever done; and now I suppose the ship's broken up or gone down. Whew! What
a time that was!"
"What happened after all?"
"It all ended. They were loading her with wool when I left the ship, but even
the stevedores kept the picture clear to the last. The eyes of the demons
scared them, I honestly believe."
"And the woman?"
"She was scared too when it was finished. She used to cross herself before she
went down to look at it. Just three colours and no chance of getting any more,
and the sea outside and unlimited love-making inside, and the fear of death
atop of everything else, O Lord!" He had ceased to look at the sketch, but was
staring straight in front of him across the room.
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