But the glow passed quickly . She assented to his plan quietly , almost lifelessly . He walked home with her behind the cows and talked of the sunset and the mysterious beauty of the bay and the purple splendour of the distant coasts . She listened in silence . Only once , when he spoke of the distant murmur of the open sea , she lifted her head and looked at him . `` What does it say to you ? '' she asked . `` It speaks of eternity . And to you ? '' `` It calls me , '' she answered simply , `` and then I want to go out and meet it -- and it hurts me too . I ca n't tell how or why . Sometimes it makes me feel as if I were asleep and wanted to wake and did n't know how . '' She turned and looked out over the bay . A dying gleam of sunset broke through a cloud and fell across her hair . For a moment she seemed the spirit of the shore personified -- all its mystery , all its uncertainty , all its elusive charm . She has possibilities , thought Reeves . Next day he began his picture . At first he had thought of painting her as the incarnation of a sea spirit , but decided that her moods were too fitful . So he began to sketch her as `` Waiting '' -- a woman looking out across the bay with a world of hopeless longing in her eyes . The subject suited her well , and the picture grew apace .
When he was tired of work he made her walk around the shore with him , or row up the head of the bay XXXXX her own boat .
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