t,” Jo on. “ exploring all over t fortune.

    And ed man, quick to anger, a passionate man.

    “And your mote too. Not so well born as  a clever woman. A Sciful. S.

    “trouble ician.

    y, one of  advisers. A rising man.

    “Noell  s you, girl—it  you didnt favor  your true fat it best to  t youd died.

    “So you ook to Oxfordsates, and put in tian o nurse. But someone  tage  er, in a murderous passion.

    “Lord Asriel  a ing, but t o ime to find your mot t of t staircase.

    Anot and  hen, and Lord Asriel killed him.

    “tian s how we know.

    “t la. Your fat to deny or conceal trut left t,   an intruder. On toto avenge tion of   t.

    “ted for  back and forting all y and all  han a king.

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    “But Lord Asriel  stand for t. red of priors and monks and nuns, and being a  rode in one day and carried you off. Not to look after o give to tians; ook you to Jordan College, and dared to undo it.

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