Wendy was a little startled . `` My darling , how can you know ? '' `` I often hear it when I am sleeping , '' Jane said . `` Ah yes , many girls hear it when they are sleeping , but I was the only one who heard it awake . '' `` Lucky you , '' said Jane . And then one night came the tragedy . It was the spring of the year , and the story had been told for the night , and Jane was now asleep in her bed . Wendy was sitting on the floor , very close to the fire , so as to see to darn , for there was no other light in the nursery ; and while she sat darning she heard a crow . 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 XXXXX .
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