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For a moment, the canterville ghost stood quietly in the hall.0:06
Then he threw the bottle of lubricant upon the floor, and he ran down the corridor.0:11
Just as he reached the top of the great wooden stairs, a door opened, and two little white robed figures appeared, and a large pillow flew past his head.0:19
There was no time to be lost, so he vanished through the wall, and the house became quiet again.0:31
On reaching a small, secret room, he leaned up against a wall to get his breath.0:38
He wasn't very happy.0:44
For the first time in 300 years, he felt insulted.0:46
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