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I hope, my dear sirs, that in memory of what we have been to each other you will accept this dedication with your friend's love.
The play of Peter is streaky with you still, though none may see this save ourselves.
I can haul back to mind the writing of almost every other assay of mine,however forgotten by the pretty public; but this play of Peter,no.
Even my beginning as an amateur playwright, that noble mouthful, Bandelero the Bandit, I remember every detail of its composition in my school days at Dumfries.
There is Peter still, but to me he lies sunk in the gay Black Lake.
There were still two who knew no better, but their day was dawning. It isn't fair, I swear though it were with my last breath, it is not fair. Title: Peter Pan or The Boy Who Would Not Grow Up Author: J M Barrie (1860-1937) * A Project Gutenberg of Australia e Book * e Book No.: 0300081Edition: 1 Language: English Character set encoding: Latin-1(ISO-8859-1)--8 bit (HTML) Date first posted: February 2003 Date most recently updated: February 2003 This e Book was produced by: Col Choat [email protected] Production notes: Nil Project Gutenberg of Australia e Books are created from printed editions which are in the public domain in Australia, unless a copyright notice is included. We do NOT keep any e Books in compliance with a particular paper edition. Be sure to check the copyright laws for your country before downloading or redistributing this or any other Project Gutenberg file. Bernard dog in atiger's mask who so frequently attacked you, and the literary record of that summer, The Boy Castaways, which is so much the best and the rarest of this author's works? It's all very well to say you are waiting; soam I waiting. What was it that made us eventually give to the public in the thin form of a play that which had been woven for ourselves alone? One by one as you swung monkey-wise from branch to branch in the wood of make-believe you reached the tree of knowledge.
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That is what must have happened, but I cannot remember doing it.