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 eyed 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 know how to comfort him , though she could have done it so easily once . She was only a woman now , and she ran out of the room to try to think .
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