pocket

She produced a Gillette blade from her coat pocket. / “Where did you get that?” / “Stole it from Mr Taylor!” she said proudly. / “That’s dangerous! You could cut yourself.” / Jemim…

[M]y lord said that she did not flatter at any rate; and pocketted his snuff-box, not desirous that Madame Brack’s dubious fingers should plunge too frequently into his Mackabaw.