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The Magical Adventures of Peter Pan - All 7 Books in One Edition (Illustrated). J. M. Barrie
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isbn 9788027235858
Автор произведения J. M. Barrie
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J. M. Barrie, Daniel O'connor & Oliver Herford
The Magical Adventures of Peter Pan - All 7 Books in One Edition
(Illustrated)
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- Advanced Digital Solutions & High-Quality eBook Formatting -
2017 OK Publishing
ISBN 978-80-272-3585-8
Table of Contents
Peter Pan, or The Boy Who Wouldn’t Grow Up (The Play 1904)
Peter Pan in Kensington Gardens (1906)
Peter and Wendy (The Novel 1911)
The Story of Peter Pan Retold from the Fairy Play (1915)
The Little White Bird (1902)
I: David and I Set Forth Upon a Journey
II: The Little Nursery Governess
III: Her Marriage, Her Clothes, Her Appetite, and an Inventory of Her Furniture
VIII: The Inconsiderate Waiter
XII: The Pleasantest Club in London
XIII: The Grand Tour of the Gardens
XX: David and Porthos Compared
Publisher Note: Only one chapter in this novel is Peter Pan related. It was the first appearance of Peter Pan as a character; even before his first appearance in the 1904 play. We have included the complete novel; however, for the sake of completion.
I: David and I Set Forth Upon a Journey
Sometimes the little boy who calls me father brings me an invitation from his mother: “I shall be so pleased if you will come and see me,” and I always reply in some such words as these: “Dear madam, I decline.” And if David asks why I decline, I explain that it is because I have no desire to meet the woman.
“Come this time, father,” he urged lately, “for it is her birthday, and she is twenty-six,” which is so great an age to David, that I think he fears she cannot last much longer.
“Twenty-six, is she, David?” I replied. “Tell her I said she looks more.”
I had my delicious dream that night. I dreamt that I too was twenty-six, which was a long time ago, and that I took train to a place called my home, whose whereabouts I see not in my waking hours, and when I alighted at the station a dear lost love was waiting for me, and we went away together. She met me in no ecstasy of emotion, nor was I surprised to find her there; it was as if we had been married for years and parted for a day. I like to think that I gave her some of the things to carry.
Were I to tell my delightful dream to David’s mother, to whom I have never in my life addressed one word, she would droop her head and raise it bravely, to imply that I make her very sad but very proud, and she would be wishful to lend me her absurd little pocket handkerchief. And then, had I the heart, I might make a disclosure that would startle her, for it is not the face of David’s mother that I see in my dreams.
Has it ever been your lot, reader, to be persecuted by a pretty woman who thinks, without a tittle of reason, that you are bowed down under a hopeless partiality for her? It is thus that I have been pursued for several years now by the unwelcome sympathy of the tender-hearted