st t I kneca, and a girl out t in Oxford. And anot, Lord Asriel. 1 alking about o t reckon  anyto do er and t, I iring Room  tell t ion up nort  back tanislaus Grumman, artars  him locked up somewhere.

    t to rescue him.”

    Subborn as s t t  , riced expression t trembled across  chasing shadows on a windy March day, John Faas smile was slow, warm, plain, and kindly.

    “You better tell us , mind. tell us everything.”

    Lyra did, more sloold tas but more ly, too. S s afraid of ime. ones in it as there were colors in his daemons fur.

    “t,”  anything else, Lyra?”

    “No. Just Dust. Mrs. Coulter told me  ary particles, but ts all s.”

    “And t by doing someto c more about it?”

    “Yes. But I dont kno my uncle...t to tell you. ern slides, ther one he had.

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    “t?” said John Faa.