SIX - THE THROWING NETS-2
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it as boat s day. Suppose he remembered?
“Better come along h us,” he said. “You alone?”
“Yeah. I was running away....”
“All rig talk no keep quiet. Jaxer, move to the shadow. Kerim, look around.”
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“ are you doing here?” she said.
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tle o t of tly after tony turned along terfront and out onto a ty, from and so the cabin.
“Get in,” he said. “Quick now.”
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“Come a.
Lyra obeyed, a sured t mot gently to lick Pantalaimons a folded arms around Lyra and pressed o .
“I dunno . You can a drink in you. Set you dohere, child.”
It looked as if least forgotten. Lyra slid onto table top as t.
“here we going?” Lyra asked.
Ma Costa ting a saucepan of milk on tove and riddling te to stir the fire up.
“Aalk in the morning.”
And s o move, exced a corner of to c. A minute or ter she was sound asleep.
S comforting engine rumble deep belo up more carefully. A t sy and neatly made, one beloiny cabin.