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 ! '' she cried , and offered him three guesses . `` Out with it ! '' he shouted , and in one ungrammatical sentence , as long as the ribbons that conjurers -LSB- magicians -RSB- pull from their mouths , she told of the capture of Wendy and the boys . Peter 's heart bobbed up and down as he listened .
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