I grew up long ago." "You promised not to!" "I couldn't help it.

I am a married woman, Peter." "No, you're not." "Yes, and the little girl in the bed is my baby." "No, she's not." But he supposed she was; and he took a step towards the sleeping child with his dagger upraised.

Of course he did not strike.

He sat down on the floor instead and sobbed; and Wendy did not know how to comfort him, though she could have done it so easily once.

She was only a woman now, and she ran out of the room to try to think.
Peter continued to cry, and soon his sobs woke Jane.