bracelet.  "  No,  I  wouldn't  pawn  it,"  she  said.  "  Better
sell  it  outright  at  once."

But  Richling  could  not  but  cling  to  hope  and  to  the
adornments  that  had  so  often  clasped  her  wrists  and
throat  or  pinned  the  folds  upon  her  bosom.  Piece  by
piece  he  pawned  them,  always  looking  out  ahead  with
strained  vision  for  the  improbable,  the  incredible,  to  rise
to  his  relief.
"  Is  nothing  going  to  happen,  Mary?"

Yes  ;  nothing  happened  —  except  in  the  pawn-shop.
So,  all  the  sooner,  the  sofa  had  to  go.
"  It's  no  use  talking  about  borrowing,"  they  both  said.
Then  tke  bureau  went.  Then  the  table.  Then,  one  by
one,  the  chairs.  Very  slyly  it  was  all  done,  too.
