urned to t a long time in conference in t to o consult ter. ites sly  to get it back.

    So go to tell Jo decided t ted to know. Perhey knew already.

    S savage mig, and ty lean-to.  it o be o talk to! In till s tinual creak of metal and timber or ter along talaimon on oo.

    S imprisoned fat all, s time it  lig sook for moonlig s lay stiffly in to try them on again.

    Once to go out on deck, and a minute later s top of tepped out.

    At once s sometrange  rembling under a nervous agitation, but Pantalaimon whispered:

    “the Aurora!”

    rong t so clutco keep from falling.

    t filled ty of it was scarcely conceivable.

    As if from self, great curtains of delicate ligrembled.

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    It mig itself. S t  noticing t s it, and s it, and only remembered it mucer.

    And as sy seemed to form itself bereams of translucent color: to parkland. Looking at it gave igo, as if s up but do not. It was a whole universe away.

    But somet, and as sried to focus , s faint and dizzy, because ttle t part of t. It own.

    clearly, sy was gone.

    tspread  glided dos poo a  on the wooden deck a few yards from Lyra.

    In t s