For almost the only time in his life that I know of , Peter was afraid . ` Do n't turn up the light , ' he cried . She let her hands play in the hair of the tragic boy . She was not a little girl heart-broken about him ; she was a grown woman smiling at it all , but they were wet smiles . Then she turned up the light , and Peter saw . He gave a cry of pain ; and when the tall beautiful creature stooped to lift him in her arms he drew back sharply . ` What is it ? ' he cried again . She had to tell him . ' I am old , Peter . I am ever so much more than twenty . I grew up long ago . ' ` You promised not to ! ' ' I could n't help it . I am a married woman , Peter . ' ` No , you 're not . ' ` Yes , and the little girl in the bed is my baby . ' ` No , she 's not . ' But he supposed she was ; and he took a step towards the sleeping child with his dagger upraised . Of course he did not strike .
He sat down on the floor instead and sobbed ; and Wendy did not XXXXX how to comfort him , though she could have done it so easily once .
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