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that trash bowlin' down on me. Here now, fella, I'll lower a rope
and haul y'all out o' there."
So Aggie went off and got a rope, which she unwound into the privy pit.
After a moment she felt a tug, and something heavy was on the end.
She pulled it up, as though she were hauling in a big catfish: it was a
human head--nothing more.
But it was a talking head, hairy, wild-eyed, swart: it might have been a
handsome head at one time (when it belonged to a body), for the nose was
well shaped, the beard was full and manly (despite the onion skins and eggshells),
and the teeth were fine and white, shown off to advantage, as they were
firmly clenching a rat's tail along with the rope.
Aggie was shocked. She remembered the skull that had been removed from the
wall earlier. Apparently it had grown some flesh. With no more ado (but with some
disgust) she carried it by the hair to the excavation in the wall. There she propped
it up on the stump of its neck
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