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When
they
had
walked
a
little
further
in
silence
,
Clennam
said
:
‘
Have
you
no
taste
for
anything
,
Mr
Pancks
?
’
‘
What
’
s
taste
?
’
drily
retorted
Pancks
.
‘
Let
us
say
inclination
.
’
‘
I
have
an
inclination
to
get
money
,
sir
,
’
said
Pancks
,
‘
if
you
will
show
me
how
.
’
He
blew
off
that
sound
again
,
and
it
occurred
to
his
companion
for
the
first
time
that
it
was
his
way
of
laughing
.
He
was
a
singular
man
in
all
respects
;
he
might
not
have
been
quite
in
earnest
,
but
that
the
short
,
hard
,
rapid
manner
in
which
he
shot
out
these
cinders
of
principles
,
as
if
it
were
done
by
mechanical
revolvency
,
seemed
irreconcilable
with
banter
.
‘
You
are
no
great
reader
,
I
suppose
?
’
said
Clennam
.
‘
Never
read
anything
but
letters
and
accounts
.
Never
collect
anything
but
advertisements
relative
to
next
of
kin
.
If
that
’
s
a
taste
,
I
have
got
that
.
You
’
re
not
of
the
Clennams
of
Cornwall
,
Mr
Clennam
?
’
‘
Not
that
I
ever
heard
of
.
’
‘
I
know
you
’
re
not
.
I
asked
your
mother
,
sir
.
She
has
too
much
character
to
let
a
chance
escape
her
.
’
‘
Supposing
I
had
been
of
the
Clennams
of
Cornwall
?
’
