"It will have to be sold.

Let us go in together." She spoke the last words as they reached the door of the pawn-shop.
"I could save you the trouble," Schmidt suggested, offering to take the wolf's skin.

But Vjera would not give it up.

She felt that she must see everything done herself, if only to distract her thoughts from more painful matters.
The place was half full of people, most of them with anxious faces, and all having some object or other in their hands.

The pawn-shops do their best business in the evening.