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Title: Peter and Wendy ; Margaret Ogilvy
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937 Barrie, J. M. (James Matthew), 1860-1937. Margaret Ogilvy. 1912
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Publisher: New York, Scribner
Contributing Library: Harold B. Lee Library
Digitizing Sponsor: Brigham Young University

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pawing the air; but Peter dou-bled under it and, lunging fiercely, pierced him inthe ribs. At sight of his own blood, whose pecu-liar colour, you remember, was offensive to him,the sword fell from Hooks hand, and he was atPeters mercy. Now! cried all the boys, but with a mag-nificent gesture Peter invited his opponent to pickup his sword. Hook did so instantly, but with atragic feeling that Peter was showing good form. Hitherto he had thought it was some fiendfighting him, but darker suspicions assailed himnow. Pan, who and what art thou? he criedhuskily. Im youth, Im joy, Peter answered at a ven-ture, Im a little bird that has broken out of the egg- This, of course, was nonsense; but it was proof to the unhappy Hook that Peter did not know in the least who or what he was, which is the very pinnacle of good form. Tot again, he cried despairingly. He fought now like a human flail, and everysweep of that terrible sword would have severedin twain any man or boy who obstructed it; but 188
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THIS MAN IS MINE HOOK OR ME THIS TIME Peter fluttered round him as if the very wind itmade blew him out of the danger zone. Andagain and again he darted in and pricked. Hook was fighting now without hope. Thatpassionate breast no longer asked for life; but forone boon it craved: to see Peter bad form beforeit was cold for ever. Abandoning the fight he rushed into the powdermagazine and fired it. Tn two minutes, he cried, the ship will beblown to pieces. Now, now, he thought, true form will show. But Peter issued from the powder magazinewith the shell in his hands, and calmly flung itoverboard. What sort of form was Hook himself showing?Misguided man though he was, we may be glad,without sympathising with him, that in the end hewas true to the traditions of his race. The otherboys were flying around him now, flouting, scorn-ful ; and as he staggered about the deck striking upat them impotently, his mind was no longer withthem; it was slouching in the playing fields of longago, or being

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