The light guttered -LSB- burned to edges -RSB- and went out , leaving the tenement in darkness ; but still he slept . It must have been not less than ten o'clock by the crocodile , when he suddenly sat up in his bed , wakened by he knew not what . It was a soft cautious tapping on the door of his tree . Soft and cautious , but in that stillness it was sinister . Peter felt for his dagger till his hand gripped it . Then he spoke . `` Who is that ? '' For long there was no answer : then again the knock . `` Who are you ? '' No answer . He was thrilled , and he loved being thrilled . In two strides he reached the door . Unlike Slightly 's door , it filled the aperture -LSB- opening -RSB- , so that he could not see beyond it , nor could the one knocking see him . `` I wo n't open unless you speak , '' Peter cried . Then at last the visitor spoke , in a lovely bell-like voice . `` Let me in , Peter . '' It was Tink , and quickly he unbarred to her . She flew in excitedly , her face flushed and her dress stained with mud . `` What is it ? '' `` Oh , you could never guess ! ''
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