They are of no use to you, and I shall want a spare brace for the East." "Ah! I forgot them.

I spent my last money on them," said he with a shudder; "but I won't sell them to you at a fancy price--no dealings between gentleman and gentleman.

I'll go to a shop, and get for them what they are worth." "Very good.

I'll go with you, if you like.

I fancy I may get you a better price for them than you would yourself: being rather a knowing one about the pretty little barkers." And Tom took his arm, and walked him quietly down into the street.
"If you ever go up those kennel-stairs again, friend," said he to himself, "my name's not Tom Thurnall." They walked to a gunsmith's shop in the Strand, where Tom had often dealt, and sold the pistols for some three pounds.
"Now then let's go into 333, and get a mutton chop." "No." Elsley was too shy; he was "not fit to be seen." "Come to my rooms, then, in the Adelphi, and have a wash and a shave.