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I pointed on ahead To raceful, white hull was familiar The jaunty rake of her

air-shafts, like stacks of a liner, the sweep of her clean freeboard

up to her shining rail, the ease of her bows, the graceful boldness of

her overhang--all were fah to me She was my boat, and

once I ont to enjoy her And on board her noas the woman who

had taken away from me all desire to keep a yacht in commission, to

keep open a house in town, or an office, or to frequent my clubs, or

to meet my friends Was she there, this woman; and was she still?--but

I dared not ask that question

"Full speed ahead, Jean!" I called "That's the Belle Helène! Yonder

lies the enemy!"

And then the inevitable happened Perhaps it was toowas carrying too ine of the Sea Rover chose that ti and cease to revolve!

It was more than a mile to the foot of that vast curve; and even as I

leaped at the griey with blue triside the landing stair

of the yacht It held two figures only, that of the deck-hand who

rowed, and that of the large white-flanneled ey and went aboard the yacht He aving a paper over