The yacht was anchored about a mile from shore-her graceful outlines clearly defined against the ocean's blue. If the purity of her white paint had suffered in the long voyage it was not apparent-red and white awnings were stretched over the deck. All looked hospitably gay.
Once more Deena shrank into herself, the brilliant scene mocked the tragedy within.
All too quickly they crossed the intervening water; they were on the deck-in the saloon. She was trembling so she could hardly stand, and Stephen put her into a comfortable chair and left her, while he made her coming known.
She hardly glanced at the luxurious fittings of the charming room; her eyes were fixed on the door, dreading, yet impatient, for the message.
A small, sensitive-looking man came toward her and introduced himself.
"I am Dr.
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