3. Rewrite this passage , correcting the errors of punctuation .
dr grants lights were still on his curtains were the colour of ripe peaches a lantern
swaying on his porch threw a pool of soft shifting light over the flagstones and gravel outside the front door
annie stared and stared asif she had never seen bright light before in the gloom of the great storm nothing had looked quite definite and many things looked frightening the reaching arms of the tree the fallen body of the milk churn the gleam and flash of water there was danger too of meeting those chancey things that only come out at night boggles and boggarts and the black dog shuck...and worst of all there was the ghost but now in the clear
light there was no longer room for anything uncertain or ghostly
annie relaxed her grip on the horse and took a deep breath When she slowly let her breath out again she felt as if she had been holding it in ever since she left home
so Annie said the horseman this is where I must leave you
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Answer:
Dr Grant’s lights were still on. His curtains were the colour of ripe peaches. A lantern,
swaying on his porch, threw a pool of soft shifting light over the flagstones and gravel
outside the front door.
Annie stared and stared as if she had never seen bright light before. In the gloom of the
great storm, nothing had looked quite definite and many things looked frightening: the
reaching arms of the tree, the fallen body of the milk churn, the gleam and flash of water.
There was danger, too, of meeting those chancy things that only come out at night, boggles
and boggarts and the black dog, Shuck… and worst of all there was the ghost. But now, in
the clear light, there was no longer room for anything uncertain or ghostly.
Annie relaxed her grip on the horse and took a deep breath. When she slowly let her breath
out again, she felt as if she had been holding it in ever since she left home.
“So, Annie,” said the horseman, “this is where I must leave you.”
“Come in!” cried Annie. “I’m sure you can come in.”
“You must go your way and I mine, “ said the horseman, shaking his head and taking great
care to stop his horse from putting so much as a hoof into the pool of light. “Your sister and
her baby will be all right.”
So Annie swung down from the saddle and stood on the gravel, feeling rather shaky. She
looked up at the man, still unsmiling and sitting so still.
“Thank you,” cried Annie. “Thank you. I was so afraid.” She shook her head. “I was afraid of
meeting the ghost.”
“There was no fear of that,” said the horseman. “Annie,” he said, “I am the ghost.”
Answer:
Dr Grant’s lights were still on. His curtains were the colour of ripe peaches. A lantern,
swaying on his porch, threw a pool of soft shifting light over the flagstones and gravel
outside the front door.
Annie stared and stared as if she had never seen bright light before. In the gloom of the
great storm, nothing had looked quite definite and many things looked frightening: the
reaching arms of the tree, the fallen body of the milk churn, the gleam and flash of water.
There was danger, too, of meeting those chancy things that only come out at night, boggles
and boggarts and the black dog, Shuck… and worst of all there was the ghost. But now, in
the clear light, there was no longer room for anything uncertain or ghostly.
Annie relaxed her grip on the horse and took a deep breath. When she slowly let her breath
out again, she felt as if she had been holding it in ever since she left home.
“So, Annie,” said the horseman, “this is where I must leave you.”
“Come in!” cried Annie. “I’m sure you can come in.”
“You must go your way and I mine, “ said the horseman, shaking his head and taking great
care to stop his horse from putting so much as a hoof into the pool of light. “Your sister and
her baby will be all right.”
So Annie swung down from the saddle and stood on the gravel, feeling rather shaky. She
looked up at the man, still unsmiling and sitting so still.
“Thank you,” cried Annie. “Thank you. I was so afraid.” She shook her head. “I was afraid of
meeting the ghost.”
“There was no fear of that,” said the horseman. “Annie,” he said, “I am the ghost.
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