Lyra o adjust to ory, and t couldnt be done in a day. to see Lord Asriel as  to accept Mrs.

    Coulter as  too, and felt confused.

    But, being Lyra, s fret about it for long, for too explore and many gyptian co amaze. Before t  (in  least) and s ales of y fatly made captive.

    “And turkis at Jordan for dinner.

    And an o kill my fat, and one full of poison. And  no one else saw —”

    “ sort of poison?” demanded a thin-faced girl.

    “Poison out of a special turkis,” Lyra invented, “co lure out and t a sponge soaked in  bites it and cant get c and milk t of it. Any turk done, and lemen, I  to propose a toast of friendsurkiso.

    And to so be friends, hers wine.

    “And t refuse to drink  giving deadly insult, and  drink it because  able. And ting ting and looking at o eithe poison or own up.”

    “So w did he do?”

    “. It took es to die, and orment all time.”

    “Did you see it happen?”

    “No, cause girls ent allo table. But I seen ering from , to puss....”

    And so on.

    Mean doors, searctics and outing papers and interrogating everyone le girl; and in Oxford tiest boxroom to t cellar, and so . Micill t protest asserting t rigion Lyra  drone of t visible, because tatute airso keep a certain  above fen country, but  carry? Best to keep under cover inctive hair.

    And sioned Ma Costa about every detail of tory of ails into a mental tapestry even clearer and sories s from ttage, t in t, the clash of swords—