The Salt Of The Earth by Fred M. White

Slowly and mechanically Adela thrust the packet of notes into the bosom of her dress. She felt that she was fettered hand and foot now. It was impossible to refuse, impossible to turn her back upon this old man to whom she was indebted for everything that had made her life pleasant and triumphant. Besides, surely there must be some good in one who, throughout a misspent life, had held loyally to a romantic idea, which was sincere and honest, and as Adela looked into his face she realised that the end was not far off. She cared not to quietly fold her hands and see Samuel Burton spend the rest of his days in gaol.

"What do you wish me to do?" she asked.