The library was a long room with a

The library was a long room with a large stained-glass window at the end.There was a dark red stain on the flokr near the fire.Something has been spilt here,said Mrs Otis.Yes,madam,Mrs Umney said quietly.That is blood.How horrible!cried Mrs Otis.I don't want blood on my floors!Mrs Umney snilled.That is the blood of Lady Eleanore de Canterville.Here husband,Sir Simon de Canterville,murdered her there in 1575.Sir Simon disappeared suddenly nine years later.No one ever founf hid body,but hid ghost haunts this house.No ome can clean the blood from the floor.That's silly!cried Washington."l can clean it up right now with Pinkerton's Stain Remover!"He took a small black stick from his pocket and robbed at the stain with it.The blood quckly dissappeared."You see"?he cried."I cnew Pinkertom could do it!"Just tjen,a terrible flash of lighting lit u the room,and there was a loud crash of thunder.Mrs Umney fell to the fliir."What rerrible weatherthey have in this contry!"said Mr Otis."My dear Hiram!"criedMrs Otis."That can we do with a woman who faints?"When Mrs Umney heard this,she sat up.She was very anhappy."You must not make the ghost angry,sir""Terrible things happen in thid house."But Mr Otis and his wife wewre not afraid.We don't believe in ghost,they said.But we would like some tea.

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The library was a long room with a large stained-glass window at the end.There was a dark red stain on the flokr near the fire.
Something has been spilt here, said Mrs Otis.
Yes, madam, Mrs Umney said quietly.That is blood.
How horrible! Cried Mrs Otis.I do not want blood on my floors!
Mrs Umney snilled.
That is the blood of Lady Eleanore de Canterville.Here husband, Sir Simon de Canterville, murdered her there in 1575.Sir Simon disappeared suddenly nine years later.No one ever founf hid body, but hid ghost haunts this house.No ome can clean the blood from the floor.
That's silly! Cried Washington. " L can clean it up right now with Pinkerton's Stain Remover!"
He took a small black stick from his pocket and robbed at the stain with it.The blood quckly dissappeared.
"You see"? He cried. "I cnew Pinkertom could do it!"
Just tjen, a terrible flash of lighting lit u the room, and there was a loud crash of thunder.Mrs Umney fell to the fliir.
"What rerrible weatherthey have in this contry !" Said Mr Otis.
"My dear Hiram!" CriedMrs Otis . "That can we do with a woman who faints?"
When Mrs Umney heard this, she sat up.She was very anhappy.
"You must not make the ghost angry , sir" "Terrible things happen in thid house."
But Mr Otis and his wife wewre not afraid.
We do not believe in ghost, they said.But we would like some tea.

Результаты (английский) 2:

The library was a long room with a large stained-glass window at the end. There was a dark red stain on the flokr near the fire.
Something has been spilt here,said Mrs Otis.
Yes,madam,Mrs Umney said quietly. That is blood.
How horrible!cried Mrs Otis.I don't want blood on my floors!
Mrs Umney snilled.
That is the blood of Lady Eleanore de Canterville.Here husband, Sir Simon de Canterville, murdered her there in 1575.Sir Simon disappeared nine years later. No one ever founf hid body,but hid ghost haunts this house. No ome can clean the blood from the floor.
That's silly!cried Washington.
He took a small black stick from his pocket and robbed at the stain with it. The blood quckly dissappeared.
""You see"?he cried."
Just tjen,a terrible flash of lighting lit u the room, and there was a loud crash of thunder. Mrs Umney fell to the fliir.
""What rerrible weather they have in this contry!" said Mr Otis.
""My dear Hiram!" "cryMrs Otis."
When Mrs Umney heard this,she sat up. She was very anhappy.
"You must not make the ghost angry,""Terrible things happen in thid house."
But Mr Otis and his wife wewre not afraid.
We don't believe in ghost,' they said. But we would like some tea.

Результаты (английский) 3:

The library was a long room with a large stained-glass windows at the end.There was a dark red stain on the flokr near the fire.
Someone said goodbye here.
Yes, madam, Mrs umney says quiet. It's blood.
Hello! I don't want to bleed on my floor!
Ms. umney snilled.
That is the blood of Lady Eleanore de Canterville.Here husband，Sir Simon de Canterville，murdered her there in 1575.Sir Simon disappeared suddenly nine years later.No one ever founf hid body，but hid ghost haunts this house.No ome can clean the blood from the floor.
This is blue! "I can clean it right now with pinkeron s Stein remover."
He stuck a little black in his pocket and stayed with it.
You see? He criticized. "I can make a new pinkert."
Just tjen，a terrible flash of lighting lit u the room，there was a loud crash of thunder.Mrs Umney fell to the fliir.
"In this case, what is the foreseeable drizzle" said Mr Otis.
My dear siram. " Credmrs Otis. "" we can be a woman who dies? "
When the lady heard this, she said she was very happy.
"You have to keep the horror from happening at home."
But Mr Otis and his wife was not injured
We don't believe in ghost, they say, but we will like some tea.