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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. 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 WHILE NEVER AGAIN ONE MAY HOPE BE PRESENTED TO EYES SO SENSITIVE TO THEIR OFFENSIVENESS
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.  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 HE 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 OF 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
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