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At once the house stopped shaking, and everything was as before. There
was no sign of any damage; even the plaster dust floated back up onto the
walls
"Where y'all at?" Aggie asked. "In the bloody privy pit," the booming voice replied, rattling the glasses in the sideboard. "W-who are you? What do you want?" "Oliver Grampian, odds cods, an it be your affair. For myself I only ask to be let in peace, as I have been these past three hundred years." Well, Aggie could think of nothing to do but agree to his demands, which seemed reasonable enough. She lit a lantern and crept nervously along the corridors. In the days when Adderbrooke Hall had been fortified and insanitary all the privies had emptied into a big shaft near the kitchen; at the bottom was an external hole covered by |