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‘
The
George
and
Vulture
,
at
present
,
’
replied
that
gentleman
.
‘
George
and
Vulture
.
Where
is
that
?
’
‘
George
Yard
,
Lombard
Street
.
’
‘
In
the
city
?
’
‘
Yes
.
’
The
old
gentleman
methodically
indorsed
the
address
on
the
back
of
the
letter
;
and
then
,
placing
it
in
the
desk
,
which
he
locked
,
said
,
as
he
got
off
the
stool
and
put
the
bunch
of
keys
in
his
pocket
—
‘
I
suppose
there
is
nothing
else
which
need
detain
us
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
?
’
‘
Nothing
else
,
my
dear
Sir
!
’
observed
that
warm
-
hearted
person
in
indignant
amazement
.
‘
Nothing
else
!
Have
you
no
opinion
to
express
on
this
momentous
event
in
our
young
friend
’
s
life
?
No
assurance
to
convey
to
him
,
through
me
,
of
the
continuance
of
your
affection
and
protection
?
Nothing
to
say
which
will
cheer
and
sustain
him
,
and
the
anxious
girl
who
looks
to
him
for
comfort
and
support
?
My
dear
Sir
,
consider
.
’
‘
I
will
consider
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
I
have
nothing
to
say
just
now
.
I
am
a
man
of
business
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
I
never
commit
myself
hastily
in
any
affair
,
and
from
what
I
see
of
this
,
I
by
no
means
like
the
appearance
of
it
.
A
thousand
pounds
is
not
much
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
’
