of card under the mug.

    “ is it, Farder Coram?” she said shakily.

    “Lets go belo careful, Lyra.  tight.”

    S tillermans daemon as sending to t illerman instead.

    “You ougayed below” was all he said.

    Sook to tin mug upside do and t from bet ture fell into t up so ttle thing clearly.

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    “ is it?” she said.

    Pantalaimon, a  still, croucable six inc round and round inside the glass.

    “If you o crack it open,” said Farder Coram, “youd find no living t, at any rate. I seen one of t Id see one again to t, t s .”

    “But ?”

    “You dont even need to read the symbols, Lyra; you can guess as easy as I can.”

    “Mrs. Coulter?”

    “Course. S only explored up nortrange ty in t , it  never stop, and  free, its so monstrous angry itll kill t t gets at.”

    “But  after?”

    “Spying. I o let you up above. And I s you t interrupting.”

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    “And t—”

    “Africa,” he said, and “Aha.”

    t eacion of ters po.

    “It elling us about time,” said Lyra. “e ougened. But  t or something?”

    “I dont kno o keep  up tig .   aer no  Im a fool.”

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