"Afterwards--well, it was downhill all the way.

I didn't know how to work, and by that time I had learned my health was going.

Since then, I've lived on the proceeds of the pawnshop--I had my jewels, you know--and on the odd bits of money I could scrape together by taking in sewing." A groan burst from the man's dry lips.
"Oh, my God!" he cried.

"Pauline, Pauline, it was cruel of you to keep me in ignorance! I could at least have helped." She shook her head.
"I couldn't take--_your_ money," she said quietly.

"I was too proud for that.