In t follo every as if ser kne many people, and t in all kinds of different places: in t be a meeting of geograp tic Institute, and Lyra  by and listen; and ter mig a politician or a cleric for lunc restaurant, and taken o eat asparagus or breads tasted like.

    And ternoon t be more ser erproof boots to buy, as ruments t delig. After t t go to tea and meet some ladies, as er if not so beautiful or accomplisian boat mots as almost to be a neogeties suctily for te talk, ist, or t politician, or those lovers.

    And o ter, and again ts of glamorous people to talk to and be admired by, for it seemed t Mrs. Coulter kneant in London.

    In tervals betivities Mrs. Coulter eacs of geograpics. Lyras kno, like a map of ten by mice, for at Jordan tauged o catcruct inue for a sullen il s” to turn up, to t eac great lengt t of  researcever t o be. It oms and elementary particles, and anbaromagnetic cal forces and ots and pieces of experimental t not tem. In fact, s revolved around t the joke.

    o s shings, and when Mrs.

    Coulter elling  electrons, sly, “Yes, tively cicles. Sort of like Dust, except t Dust isnt charged.”

    As soon as s, Mrs. Coulters daemon snapped o look at tle body stood up, bristling, as if it er laid a hand on his back.

    “Dust?” she said.

    “Yea Dust.”

    “ do you kno Dust, Lyra?”

    “O it comes out of space, and it lig of camera to see it by. Except not c doesnt affect children.”

    “ from?”

    By no tension