be a disguise for me, because t got a sister.

    And if Im o cross roads  getting killed.quot;

    quot;All rig; she said humbly.

    quot;And money. I bet you —- around and eat and so on?quot;

    quot;I  money,quot; s of her purse.

    ill looked at them incredulously.

    quot;Is t gold? It is, isnt it? ell, t  people asking questions, and no mistake. Youre just not safe. Ill give you some money. Put t of siger, and your names Lisa Ransom.quot;

    quot;Lizzie. I pretended to call myself Lizzie before. I can remember t.quot;

    quot;All rig forget.quot;

    quot;All rig; she said peaceably.

    o be painful; already it , and a dark, massive bruise ruck  before, sreated, and t worried oo—suppose some police officer should become curious?

    ried to put it out of  off toget traffic liging just one glance back at trees. t see it at all.

    It e invisible, and traffic was flowing again.

    In Summertoen minutes opped in front of a bank.

    quot; are you doing?quot; said Lyra.

    quot;Im going to get some money. I probably better not do it too often, but t register it till t t;

    o tomatic teller and tapped out o be going  a ccy-pound note.

    quot;Use t later,quot; ;Buy somet some cs find a bus into to;

    Lyra let  very quietly, cy t  off in ty center next to an old stone ce a big department store, w.

    quot;Its all c; s;Like ... t ent t? And t w;

    No migion from t, or present sirely different buildi