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Chapter 13. Patriarchal

           ButIlikebusiness,’saidPancks,gettingonalittlefaster.‘What’samanmadefor?’

           ‘Fornothingelse?’saidClennam.

           Pancksputthecounterquestion,‘Whatelse?’Itpackedup,inthesmallestcompass,aweightthathadrestedonClennam’slife;andhemadenoanswer.

           ‘That’swhatIaskourweeklytenants,’saidPancks.‘Someof‘emwillpulllongfacestome,andsay,Poorasyouseeus,master,we’realwaysgrinding,drudging,toiling,everyminutewe’reawake.Isaytothem,Whatelseareyoumadefor?Itshutsthemup.Theyhaven’tawordtoanswer.Whatelseareyoumadefor?Thatclinchesit.’

           ‘Ahdear,dear,dear!’sighedClennam.

           ‘HereamI,’saidPancks,pursuinghisargumentwiththeweeklytenant.‘WhatelsedoyousupposeIthinkIammadefor?Nothing.Rattlemeoutofbedearly,setmegoing,givemeasshortatimeasyouliketoboltmymealsin,andkeepmeatit.Keepmealwaysatit,andI’llkeepyoualwaysatit,youkeepsomebodyelsealwaysatit.ThereyouarewiththeWholeDutyofManinacommercialcountry.’

           Whentheyhadwalkedalittlefurtherinsilence,Clennamsaid:‘Haveyounotasteforanything,MrPancks?’

           ‘What’staste?’drilyretortedPancks.

           ‘Letussayinclination.’

           ‘Ihaveaninclinationtogetmoney,sir,’saidPancks,‘ifyouwillshowmehow.’Heblewoffthatsoundagain,anditoccurredtohiscompanionforthefirsttimethatitwashiswayoflaughing.

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