Then the window blew open as of old , and Peter dropped in 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 nightgown 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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