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Vimes
sensed
that
this
was
not
because
the
garden
’
s
owner
was
too
poor
to
do
anything
about
it
,
but
rather
that
the
garden
’
s
owner
thought
there
were
much
more
important
things
than
ancestors
,
which
was
a
pretty
unusual
point
of
view
for
an
aristocrat
.
They
also
apparently
thought
that
there
were
more
important
things
than
property
repair
.
When
he
rang
the
bell
of
the
rather
pleasant
old
house
itself
,
in
the
middle
of
a
flourishing
rhododendron
forest
,
several
bits
of
the
plaster
facade
fell
off
.
That
seemed
to
be
the
only
effect
,
except
that
something
round
the
back
of
the
house
started
to
howl
.
Some
things
.
It
started
to
rain
again
.
After
a
while
Vimes
felt
the
dignity
of
his
position
and
cautiously
edged
around
the
building
,
keeping
well
back
in
case
anything
else
collapsed
.
He
reached
a
heavy
wooden
gate
in
a
heavy
wooden
wall
.
In
contrast
with
the
general
decrepitude
of
the
rest
of
the
place
,
it
seemed
comparatively
new
and
very
solid
.
He
knocked
.
This
caused
another
fusillade
of
strange
whistling
noises
.
The
door
opened
.
Something
dreadful
loomed
over
him
.
"
Ah
,
good
man
.
Do
you
know
anything
about
mating
?
"
it
boomed
.
It
was
quiet
and
warm
in
the
Watch
House
.
Carrot
listened
to
the
hissing
of
sand
in
the
hourglass
and
concentrated
on
buffing
up
his
breastplate
.
Centuries
of
tarnish
had
given
up
under
his
cheerful
onslaught
.
It
gleamed
.
