Then the window blew open as of old , and Peter dropped on the floor . He was exactly the same as ever , and Wendy saw at once that he still had all his first teeth . He was a little boy , and she was grown up . She huddled by the fire not daring to move , helpless and guilty , a big woman . ` Hullo , Wendy , ' he said , not noticing any difference , for he was thinking chiefly of himself ; and in the dim light her white dress might have been the night-gown in which he had seen her first . ` Hullo , Peter , ' she replied faintly , squeezing herself as small as possible . Something inside her was crying ` Woman , woman , let go of me . ' ` Hullo , where is John ? ' he asked , suddenly missing the third bed . ` John is not here now , ' she gasped . ` Is Michael asleep ? ' he asked , with a careless glance at Jane . ` Yes , ' she answered ; and now she felt that she was untrue to Jane as well as to Peter . ` That is not Michael , ' she said quickly , lest a judgment should fall on her . Peter looked . ` Hullo , is it a new one ? ' ` Yes . ' ` Boy or girl ? ' ` Girl . ' Now surely he would understand ; but not a bit of it .
` XXXXX , ' she said , faltering , ` are you expecting me to fly away with you ? '
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