fist, which darted about the room like a living thing,
and I think it must have been this light that wakened
Mrs. Darling.

She started up with a cry, and saw the boy, and
somehow she knew at once that he was Peter Pan.
If you or I or Wendy had been there we should have
seen that he was very like Mrs. Darling's kiss. He
was a lovely boy, clad in skeleton leaves and the juices
that ooze out of trees, but the most entrancing thing
about him was that he had all his first teeth. When he
saw she was a grown-up, he gnashed the little pearls
at her.

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