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He peeped in again to see why the music had stopped, and now he saw that Mrs. Darling had laid her head on the box, and that two tears were sitting on her eyes.’She wants me to unbar the window,’ thought Peter, ‘but I won’t, not I!’He peeped again, and the tears were still there, or another two had taken their place.’She’s awfully fond of Wendy,’ he said to himself. He was angry with her now for not seeing why she could not have Wendy.The reason was so simple: ‘I’m fond of her too. We can’t both have her, lady.
