Sentence The Threehundredandsixtieth 

And just like his LOUD lookalike, when the affluential Professor Bramble reached the two intrepid explorers, who tried to explain the importance of Lizzie's identification of the old quarry as the location of the entrance to The Cavern, he continued to ROAR and BELLOW with no amelioration arising from his very closeness to them: “HAVE YOU TOUCHED ANYTHING?” and, aimed at Lizzie but heard by everyone within three miles: “DESCRIBE WHAT YOU REMEMBER, DO YOU

REMEMBER ANYTHING?” and she covered her ears, which was when Auntie Crist slipped two sets of ear-plugs into one of Roxy's hands, with an apology for not giving them to her sooner and explaining that everyone else in the party was already protected, almost like a having a mithridate for a poisoning; once they had inserted the ear-plugs, Professor Bramble's voice sounded almost conversational, although his face and his flailing arms indicated that he was still declaiming to the world at large, and they both relaxed sufficiently as to be able to answer him without feeling steamrollered, and Lizzie described what she knew of the place which had been her only home and which she had left just a few days ago; she spoke of the mouth of The Cavern: “it is about so big,” she said, plotting out the perimeter, “and there are steps leading down into the huge chamber, where everyone eats, the women grind corn, and cook and do everything, the men sit around and talk big, or go out for food,” and she suddenly grinned, mischievously, “from the store under the stones, which they think is their secret, only for men to know – they aren't really hunters, it's like Roxy has told me of the places you go for things, shopping; it isn't really used for anything else, we don't sleep there or do private things,” and then she blushed, and Roxy put a protective arm around her, in an effort to avoid any kind of contretemps from distressing her and said: “they go outside for the toilet, and they have private sleeping spaces further back in a network of tunnels;” and Professor Brambled beamed, and suddenly looking like an avuncular uncle, shouted, rather facetiously, Roxy thought: “SO THE

 

CAVERN ISN'T USED FOR PISSING, SHITTING, SLEEPING OR SHAGGING, EH?” and the Bishop's Chaplain fainted!