In this guise he had no difficulty in disposing of me at the nearest pawnbroker's shop, which happened to be at the corner of Grime Street.
The pawnbroker asked no questions, and I am sure never suspected anything wrong.

He advanced thirty shillings on me and the chain, gave the man his ticket, and put a corresponding one on me.
Then Stumpy's friend departed, and my new master went back to his breakfast..