` I 'll soon teach you again . ' ' O Peter , do n't waste the fairy dust on me . ' She had risen ; and now at last a fear assailed him . ` What is it ? ' he cried , shrinking . ' I will turn up the light , ' she said , ` and then you can see for yourself . ' 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 , XXXXX . '
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