Traduccion Cap 2 El Fantasma De Canterville

The storm raged fiercely all that night, but nothing of particular note happened. The next morning, however, when they came down to breakfast, they found the terrible stain of blood once again on the floor. ‘I’ don’t think it can be the fault of the paragon detergent’ said Washington, ‘for I have tried it with everything, it must be the ghost’ he then rubbed out the stain a second time, but thesecond morning it appeared again. The third morning also it was there, though the library had been locked up at night bum r Otis himself and the key carried upstairs. The whole family were now quite interested; Mr. Otis began to suspect that he had been too dogmatic in his denial of the existence of ghosts, and Mr. Otis expressed her intention of joining a psychical society. That night all doubtsabout the actual existences of phantoms were removed for ever.The day had been warm and sunny; and in the cool of the evening, the whole family went out for drive. They did not return home till nine o’clock, when they had a light supper. The conversation In no way included a discussion of ghosts, so there were not even the right conditions of receptive expectation which so of ten precede physicalphenomena. No mention at all was made of supernatural, nor was sir Simon of Canterville mentioned in any way at eleven o’clock the family went to bed and by half past eleven all the lights were out. Sometime after, Mr. Otis was awakened by a curious noise in the corridor, outside his room. It sounded like the clank of metal, and seemed to be coming nearer every moment. He got up al once, stuck amatch, and looked at the time. It was exactly one o’clock. He was quite calm, and felt his pulse, which was not at all feverish. The strange noise still continued, and with it he heard the distinct sound of footsteps. He put on his slippers, took a small glass bottle out of drawer, and opened the door. Right in front of him he saw, in the pale moon light, an old of terrible appearance . his eyeswere as red as burning coals; his long grey hair fell aver his shoulders in greasy curls ; his clothes, which were of an ancient style, were dirty and ragged, and from his wrists and ankles hung heavy manacles and chains. ‘My dear sir’ said Mr. Otis I really must insist on your oiling those chains, and have brought you for that purpose a small bottle of Tammany Rising Sun Lubricator. They say itworks at once. I shall leave it here for you be the bedroom candles, and will be happy to supply you with more should you require it’. With these words the united states Ministers laid the bottle down on a marble table, and closing his door, went back to bed. For a moment the canterville ghost stood quite motionless in natural indignation ; then, knocking the bottle violently onto the polished floorhe ran down the corridor, groaning and giving out a ghastly green light. Just, however, as he reached the top of the great oak staircase, a door was thrown open, two little figures appeared and a large pillow flew past his head! There was evidently no time to be lost, so, quickly using the fourth dimension of space as a means of escape, he vanished through the wall, and the house became completelyquiet. On reaching a small secret chamber in the left wing of the house, he leaned up against a moonbeam to recover his breath, and began to try and understand his position. Never in a brilliant career of three hundred years, had he been so badly insulted. He thought of the duchess, whom he had frightened into a fit as she stood before the mirror in her lace and diamonds; of the four housemaids,who had gone off into hysterics when he just grinned at them through the curtains of one of the spare bedrooms; of the priest whose candle he had blown out as he was coming late one night from the library.And who was still being treated for a nervous disorder; and of old Madame de tremouillac, who, having wakened up one morning early and seen a skeleton seated in an arm chair by the fire reading...