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Rh It was just the very thing. I was pining for a breath of sea air again. It was perfect weather for a cruise. I would go to Bournemouth and inspect the yacht at once, and, if she suited me, take her for a month or so. My mind made up, I routed out my Jehu, and set off for the train, never dreaming that by so doing I was taking the second step in that important chain of events that was to affect all the future of my life.