The next morning when the family came down for breakfast the bloodstain was on the library floor again., That night, Mr.Otis closed the windows and locked the library door., After the family was in bed and asleep, a strange noise woke Mr. Otis., There, in the moonlight, was an old man with eyes red as fire., His hair was long and dirty., His clothes were old and full of holes., For a second the Canterville Ghost stood still., He gave a long and terrible cry that rang through the house., When he got to his secret room, the ghost sat in the moonlight and tried to think., These terrible modern American come to the house and give me sun oil for my chains., They will be sorry for this.,

Oscar Wilde - The Canterville Ghost (Oxford Bookworms) - chapter 2 - unjumble

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