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Unaware
of
the
tragedy
being
enacted
above
,
Peter
had
continued
,
for
a
little
time
after
the
children
left
,
to
play
gaily
on
his
pipes
:
no
doubt
rather
a
forlorn
attempt
to
prove
to
himself
that
he
did
not
care
.
Then
he
decided
not
to
take
his
medicine
,
so
as
to
grieve
Wendy
.
Then
he
lay
down
on
the
bed
outside
the
coverlet
,
to
vex
her
still
more
;
for
she
had
always
tucked
them
inside
it
,
because
you
never
know
that
you
may
not
grow
chilly
at
the
turn
of
the
night
.
Then
he
nearly
cried
;
but
it
struck
him
how
indignant
she
would
be
if
he
laughed
instead
;
so
he
laughed
a
haughty
laugh
and
fell
asleep
in
the
middle
of
it
.
Sometimes
,
though
not
often
,
he
had
dreams
,
and
they
were
more
painful
than
the
dreams
of
other
boys
.
For
hours
he
could
not
be
separated
from
these
dreams
,
though
he
wailed
piteously
in
them
.
They
had
to
do
,
I
think
,
with
the
riddle
of
his
existence
.
At
such
times
it
had
been
Wendy
's
custom
to
take
him
out
of
bed
and
sit
with
him
on
her
lap
,
soothing
him
in
dear
ways
of
her
own
invention
,
and
when
he
grew
calmer
to
put
him
back
to
bed
before
he
quite
woke
up
,
so
that
he
should
not
know
of
the
indignity
to
which
she
had
subjected
him
.
But
on
this
occasion
he
had
fallen
at
once
into
a
dreamless
sleep
.
One
arm
dropped
over
the
edge
of
the
bed
,
one
leg
was
arched
,
and
the
unfinished
part
of
his
laugh
was
stranded
on
his
mouth
,
which
was
open
,
showing
the
little
pearls
.
Thus
defenceless
Hook
found
him
.
He
stood
silent
at
the
foot
of
the
tree
looking
across
the
chamber
at
his
enemy
.
Did
no
feeling
of
compassion
disturb
his
sombre
breast
?
The
man
was
not
wholly
evil
;
he
loved
flowers
(
I
have
been
told
)
and
sweet
music
(
he
was
himself
no
mean
performer
on
the
harpsichord
)
;
and
,
let
it
be
frankly
admitted
,
the
idyllic
nature
of
the
scene
stirred
him
profoundly
.
Mastered
by
his
better
self
he
would
have
returned
reluctantly
up
the
tree
,
but
for
one
thing
.
What
stayed
him
was
Peter
's
impertinent
appearance
as
he
slept
.
The
open
mouth
,
the
drooping
arm
,
the
arched
knee
:
they
were
such
a
personification
of
cockiness
as
,
taken
together
,
will
never
again
one
may
hope
be
presented
to
eyes
so
sensitive
to
their
offensiveness
.
They
steeled
Hook
's
heart
.
If
his
rage
had
broken
him
into
a
hundred
pieces
every
one
of
them
would
have
disregarded
the
incident
,
and
leapt
at
the
sleeper
.
Though
a
light
from
the
one
lamp
shone
dimly
on
the
bed
Hook
stood
in
darkness
himself
,
and
at
the
first
stealthy
step
forward
he
discovered
an
obstacle
,
the
door
of
Slightly
's
tree
.
It
did
not
entirely
fill
the
aperture
,
and
he
had
been
looking
over
it
.
Feeling
for
the
catch
,
he
found
to
his
fury
that
it
was
low
down
,
beyond
his
reach
.
To
his
disordered
brain
it
seemed
then
that
the
irritating
quality
in
Peter
's
face
and
figure
visibly
increased
,
and
he
rattled
the
door
and
flung
himself
against
it
.
Was
his
enemy
to
escape
him
after
all
.
But
what
was
that
?
The
red
in
his
eye
had
caught
sight
of
Peter
's
medicine
standing
on
a
ledge
within
easy
reach
.
He
fathomed
what
it
was
straightway
,
and
immediately
he
knew
that
the
sleeper
was
in
his
power
.
Lest
he
should
be
taken
alive
,
Hook
always
carried
about
his
person
a
dreadful
drug
,
blended
by
himself
of
all
the
death-dealing
rings
that
had
come
into
his
possession
.
These
he
had
boiled
down
into
a
yellow
liquid
quite
unknown
to
science
,
which
was
probably
the
most
virulent
poison
in
existence
.
Five
drops
of
this
he
now
added
to
Peter
's
cup
.
His
hand
shook
,
but
it
was
in
exultation
rather
than
in
shame
.
As
he
did
it
he
avoided
glancing
at
the
sleeper
,
but
not
lest
pity
should
unnerve
him
;
merely
to
avoid
spilling
.
Then
one
long
gloating
look
he
cast
upon
his
victim
,
and
turning
,
wormed
his
way
with
difficulty
up
the
tree
.
As
he
emerged
at
the
top
he
looked
the
very
spirit
of
evil
breaking
from
its
hole
.
Donning
his
hat
at
its
most
rakish
angle
,
he
wound
his
cloak
around
him
,
holding
one
end
in
front
as
if
to
conceal
his
person
from
the
night
,
of
which
it
was
the
blackest
part
,
and
muttering
strangely
to
himself
stole
away
through
the
trees
.
Peter
slept
on
.
The
light
guttered
and
went
out
,
leaving
the
tenement
in
darkness
;
but
still
he
slept
.
It
must
have
been
not
less
than
ten
o'clock
by
the
crocodile
,
when
he
suddenly
sat
up
in
his
bed
,
wakened
by
he
knew
not
what
.
It
was
a
soft
cautious
tapping
on
the
door
of
his
tree
.
