e been  you from Dr. Malone o ask you a feions, if ts all rig;

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    quot;Not,quot; ;Come and sit do;

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    quot;; said Inspector alters.

    If so c s say another.

    t to kno once. S of the place ill had come from.

    quot;incer,quot; she said.

    quot;Youve been in t you, Lyra?quot; said tor. quot; those bruises?

    t?quot;

    quot;No,quot; said Lyra.

    quot;Do you go to sc;

    quot;Yeaimes,quot; she added.

    quot;S you be at scoday?quot;

    S Dr. Malone,  and unhappy.

    quot;I just came o see Dr. Malone,quot; Lyra said.

    quot;Are you staying in Oxford, Lyra? aying?quot;

    quot;it; s;Just friends.quot;

    quot;s t;

    quot;I dont knoly s called. I can find it easy, but I cant remember treet.quot;

    quot;;

    quot;Just friends of my fat; she said.

    quot;O;

    quot;Cause my fat, and ;

    It o it and lie more fluently.

    quot;And s s;

    quot;Yea.quot;

    quot;Youre interested in t sort of t;

    quot;Yea;

    quot;You going to be a scientist w;

    t sort of question deserved a blank stare, .  disconcerted.  to Lyra.

    quot;And  w Dr. Malone s;

    quot;ell, sort of, but I kneo expectquot;

    quot;Because of your fat;

    quot;Yea;

    quot;Yes, quite. Do you understand it?quot;