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Cantervilles we re up in town. Besides, it w as his own suit. He had worn it
wit h great success at the Kenilworth t ournament, a nd had been highly
complimented on it by no less a person than the Virgin Queen herself. Yet
whe n he had put it on, he had been completely overpowered by the w eight
of the huge breastplate a nd steel casque, and had fallen heavily on the
stone pavement, barking both his knees severely, and bruising the
knuckles of his right hand.
For some days after t his he was e xtreme ly ill, and hardly stirred out of
his room at all, exce pt to k eep the blood-stain in proper repair. How ever, by
tak ing great care of himself, he recovered, and resolved to mak e a third
att empt to frighten the United State s Minister and his family. He selecte d
Friday, the 17 th of August, for his appearance, and spent most of that day
in looking over his wardrobe, ultimately deciding in favour of a large
slouched hat w ith a red feat her, a winding-sheet frilled at the w rists and
neck, a nd a rusty dagger. Towards evening a violent storm of rain cam e on,
and the w ind was so high that a ll the w indows and doors in the old house
shook and rattled. I n fact, it w as just such weat her as he loved. His plan of
act ion wa s this. He w as to make his way quietly to Washington Otis's room,
gibber at him from the foot of the bed, and stab himself three time s in the
throat t o the sound of slow music. He bore Washington a special grudge,being quite aw are that it wa s he who wa s in the habit of removing the
famous Canterville blood-stain, by means of Pinkerton's Paragon Detergent.
Having reduced the reckless and foolhardy youth to a condition of abject
terror, he w as then to proceed to the room occupied by the United States
Minister and his wife, and there to place a clam my hand on Mrs. Otis's
forehead, while he hissed into her t rembling husband's ear the aw ful
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secrets of the charnel-house. With regard to little V irginia, he had not quite
made up his mind. She had never insulted him in any wa y, and was prett y
and gentle. A few hollow groans from the wardrobe, he thought, would be
more than sufficient, or, if that failed to w ake her, he might grabble at t he
counterpane w ith palsy-tw itching fingers. As for the tw ins, he w as quite
determined to teac h them a lesson. The first thing to be done was, of
course, to sit upon their chests, so as to produce the stifling sensation of
nightmare. Then, as their beds were quite close to ea ch other, to stand
betw een them in the form ofa green, icy-cold corpse, till they becam e
paralysed wit h fear, and finally, to throw off the winding-sheet, and crawl
round the room, with white , bleached bones and one rolling eyeball, in the
charact er of 'Dumb Daniel, or the Suicide's Skelet on,' a role in w hich he had
on more than one occasion produced a great e ffect, and which he
considered quite e qual to his famous part of 'Martin the Maniac, or t he
Masked M ystery.'
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At half-past te n he heard the family going to bed. For some t ime he wa s
disturbed by wild shrieks of laughter from the t wins, w ho, with t he light-
hearted gaiety of schoolboys, we re evidently am using them selves beforethey retired to rest, but at a quarter past eleven all w as still, and, as
midnight sounded, he sallied forth. The ow l beat against the w indow panes,
the raven croaked from the old yew-tree, and the w ind wandered moaning
round the house like a lost soul; but the Otis family slept unconscious of
their doom, and high above the rain and storm he c ould hear the steady
snoring of the Minister for the United Sta tes. He stepped stealthily out of
the w ainscoting, with an e vil smile on his cruel, wrinkled mouth, and the
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moon hid her face in a c loud as he stole past the great oriel window, w here
his own arms and those of his murdered w ife w ere blazoned in azure and
gold. On and on he glided, like a n evil shadow, the very darkness seeming
to loathe him a s he passed. Once he thought he heard something call, and
stopped; but it w as only the baying of a dog from the Red Farm, and he
we nt on, mutte ring strange sixtee nth-century curses, and ever and anon
brandishing the rusty dagger in the midnight air. Finally he reached the
corner of the passage that led to luckless Washington's room. For a
moment he paused there, the w ind blowing his long grey locks about his
head, and t wisting into grotesque and fanta stic folds the name less horror
of the dead m an's shroud. Then the clock struck the quarte r, and he felt t he
time w as come. He chuckled to himself, and turned the c orner; but no
sooner had he done so, than, wit h a piteous w ail of terror, he fell back, an d
hid his blanched face in his long, bony hands. Right in front of him was
standing a horrible spectre, mot ionless as a carven image, and monstrous
as a madman's dream! Its head w as bald and burnished; its face round, and
fat, and w hite; and hideous laughter seeme d to have w rithed its features
into an ete rnal grin. From the eyes streamed rays of scarlet light, the
mouth wa s a w ide we ll of fire, and a hideous garment, like to his own,
swat hed with its silent snows the T itan form. On its breast w as a placard
wit h strange writing in antique characters, some scroll of shame it seeme d,
some record of wild sins, some aw ful calendar of crime, and, wit h its right
hand, it bore aloft a falchion of gleaming steel.
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Never having seen a ghost before, he na turally was terribly frightened,
and, after a second hasty glance at t he aw ful phantom, he fled back t o his
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room, tripping up in his long winding sheet as he sped down the corridor,
and finally dropping the rusty dagger into the Minister's jack-boots, where it
wa s found in the morning by the butler. Once in the privacy of his own
apartment , he flung himself down on a sma ll pallet-bed, and hid his face
under the clothes. After a t ime, howe ver, the brave old Canterville spirit
asserted itself, and he determined to go and speak to the othe r ghost as
soon as it was daylight. Accordingly, just as the daw n wa s touching the
hills w ith silver, he returned tow ards the spot whe re he had first laid eyes
on the grisly phantom, feeling that, afte r all, two ghosts were be tte r than
one, and that, by the aid of his new friend, he might safely grapple w ith the
tw ins. On reaching the spot, however, a t errible sight met his gaze.
Something had evidently happened to the spectre, for the light had entirely
faded from its hollow e yes, the gleaming falchion had fallen from its hand,
and it w as leaning up against the w all in a strained and uncomfortable
att itude. He rushed forward a nd seized it in his arms, w hen, to his horror,
the hea d slipped off and rolled on the floor, the body assumed a recumbent
posture, and he found himself clasping a white dimity bed-curtain, with a
swee ping-brush, a k itchen cle aver, and a hollow turnip lying at his feet!
Unable t o understand t his curious transformation, he clutched the placa rd
wit h feverish haste, and t here, in the grey morning light, he read these
fearful words: -
YE OT IS GH OSTE.
Ye Onlie true and Originale Spook.
Beware of Ye Imitationes.
All others are Counterfeite.