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In the distance could be seen the Peak of Teneriffe, gleaming white among the clouds, and the _Heron_ was steaming steadily towards the island.
Aft of the yacht John Gaunt lay on a deck chair with his wife sitting close to him. Her hand rested in his, and there was peace and contentment on her face. Already the millionaire was better, and there was a little color on his cheeks, but there was a moody expression in his eyes.