course.

    “Ready?” said Mrs. Coulter. “I t o tic Institute for lunc as he privileges I have.”

    ty minutes ook to a grand stone-fronted building  silver on tables, and ate calves liver and bacon.

    “Calves liver is all riger told  if youre stuck for food in tic, you mustnt eat bear liver. ts full of a poison tll kill you in minutes.”

    As te, Mrs. Coulter pointed out some of t tables.

    “Dyou see tleman ie? ts Colonel Carborn.  balloon fligall man by t got up is Dr. Broken Arrow.”

    “Is he a Skraeling?”

    “Yes. s in t Northern Ocean....”

    Lyra looked at t men, y and a about t, but too. Dr. Broken Arro bear livers; sed whe Librarian of Jordan College would.

    After luncer sic relics in titute library—t ion in an unknoent; a fire-striker used by Captain o Van tierens Land.

    Sold tory of eac  stir ion for t, brave, distant heroes.

    And t sraordinary day  s dizzying. to go into a vast building full of beautiful clot you try t yourself in mirrors...And tty....Lyras cloto  of t  for looks; and so find Mrs. Coulter suggesting t, and paying for it all, and more...

    By time t-eyed iredness.

    Mrs. Coulter ordered most of took one or to t.

    ted foam. Mrs. Coulter came into to le. Pantalaimon cy until Mrs. Coulter looked at  s and turned aing ly from teries as to look away from Lyra before.

    ter tdress ed flohen bed.

    So soft, tle, t on table! And ttle cupboards and a dressing table and a c of drao t