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Then at last the visitor spoke, in a lovely bell like voice. 'Let me in, Peter.' It was Tink, and quickly he unbarred to her. She flew in excitedly, her face flushed and her dress stained with mud. 'What is it?' THEN AT LAST THE VISITOR SPOKE IN A LOVELY BEAR LIKE VOICE LET ME IN PETER IT WAS TINK AND QUICKLY HE UNBARRED TO HER SHE FLEW IN EXCITEDLY HER FACE FLUSHED AND HER DRESS STAINED WITH MUD WHAT IS IT
s 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. Soft and cautious, but in that stillness it was sinister. Peter felt for his dagger till his hand gripped it. Then he spoke. 'Who is that?' For long there was no answer: then again the knock. 'Who are you?' No answer. He was thrilled, and he loved being thrilled. In two strides he reached his door. Unlike Slightly's door it filled the aperture, so that he could not see beyond it, nor could the one knocking see him. 'I won't open unless you speak,' Peter cried.  THE VERY SPIRIT OF EVIL BREAKING FROM ITS HOLE DONNING HIS HAT AT HIS MOST RAKISH ANGLE HE WOUND HIS CLOAK ROUND 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 GUTTED 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 SOFT AND CAUTIOUS BUT IN THAT STILLNESS IT WAS SINISTER PETER FELT FOR HIS DAGGER TILL HIS HAND GRIPPED IT THEN HE SPOKE WHO IS THAT FOR LONG THERE WAS NO ANSWER THEN AGAIN THE KNOCK WHO ARE YOU NO ANSWER HE WAS THRILLED AND HE LOVED BEING THRILLED IN TWO STRIDES HE REACHED HIS DOOR UNLIKE SLIGHTLY'S DOOR IT FILLED THE APERTURE SO THAT HE COULD NOT SEE BEYOND IT NOR COULD THE ONE LOOKING SEE HIM I WON'T OPEN UNLESS YOU SPEAK PETER CRIED
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