CHAPTER EIGHT: THE TOWER OF THE ANGELS-2
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And t only test resistance as tip of to table, cut clean off.
quot;t; t on, quot;is more subtle still. it you can cut an opening out of
togetry it noo knoeac me, and I mucime left. Stand up and listen.quot;
ill pusood, dizzy, sick, rebellious.
quot;I dont —quot; Giacomo Paradisi shook his head.
quot;Be silent! You dont —you dont ... you en to me, because time is s. Nos not only t o cut, its your o So do t your mind out at tip of the knife.
Concentrate, boy. Focus your mind. Dont t your ip. t is ly. Youre looking for a gap so small you could never see it tip , if you put your mind there.
Feel along till you sense t little gap in t;
ill tried to do it. But of able and crouc oo muco bear. t and and tears dazzled ened un her....
e. But t trangest t across o find Pan-talaimons ing, sorroly licked ills wounded hand again and again, and laid his head on ills knee once more.
ill aboo in Lyras ing one person from touc toucalaimon before, it eness t kno, on iative, and noered to of motcerest but not incredulity. raveled to otoo.
Pantalaimons gesture ood up again, ears out of his eyes.
quot;All rig; ;Ill try again. tell me o do.quot;
time o do ting eetrembling ion, sing. Lyra ing to interrupt, because shis process. So did Dr.
Malone, and so did t Keats, it by straining to But songue and clasped her hands.
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