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- Питер Пэн и Венди
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'
Better
for
Hook
,
'
he
cried
,
'
if
he
had
had
less
ambition
.
'
It
was
in
his
darkest
hours
only
that
he
referred
to
himself
in
the
third
person
.
'N
o
little
children
love
me
.
'
Strange
that
he
should
think
of
this
,
which
had
never
troubled
him
before
;
perhaps
the
sewing
machine
brought
it
to
his
mind
.
For
long
he
muttered
to
himself
,
staring
at
Smee
,
who
was
hemming
placidly
,
under
the
conviction
that
all
children
feared
him
.
Feared
him
!
Feared
Smee
!
There
was
not
a
child
on
board
the
brig
that
night
who
did
not
already
love
him
.
He
had
said
horrid
things
to
them
and
hit
them
with
the
palm
of
his
hand
,
because
he
could
not
hit
with
his
fist
;
but
they
had
only
clung
to
him
the
more
.
Michael
had
tried
on
his
spectacles
.
To
tell
poor
Smee
that
they
thought
him
lovable
!
Hook
itched
to
do
it
,
but
it
seemed
too
brutal
.
Instead
,
he
revolved
this
mystery
in
his
mind
:
why
do
they
find
Smee
lovable
?
He
pursued
the
problem
like
the
sleuth-hound
that
he
was
.
If
Smee
was
lovable
,
what
was
it
that
made
him
so
?
A
terrible
answer
suddenly
presented
itself
:
'
Good
form
?
'
Had
the
bo
's
un
good
form
without
knowing
it
,
which
is
the
best
form
of
all
?
He
remembered
that
you
have
to
prove
you
do
n't
know
you
have
it
before
you
are
eligible
for
Pop
.
With
a
cry
of
rage
he
raised
his
iron
hand
over
Smee
's
head
;
but
he
did
not
tear
.
What
arrested
him
was
this
reflection
:
'
To
claw
a
man
because
he
is
good
form
,
what
would
that
be
?
'
