Keenan and his papers are due at Genoa on Friday.

I found some of this out on board the yacht.

I thought it over--and it was the only way open for me.

I couldn't stand out against it all, any longer.

I thought I could make the plunge, without your ever knowing it--and perhaps get enough to keep you out of any more messes like this!" "You had given me up ?" she cried, reprovingly.
"No--no--no--I'd only given up waiting for chances to _find you_.