CHAPTER SEVEN: THE ROLLS-ROYCE-2
A minute later to a silent outside a public library. t Lyra o climb past o get out. t of space, but some to touch him, nice as he was.
quot;Dont forget your rucksack,quot; to her.
quot;t; she said.
quot;Ill see you again, I ; ;Give my regards to your friend.quot;
quot;Good-bye,quot; s till turned t of sig off torees. S t paleed to ask ter.
ill ers again. on terrace ant ss of cing on ts, trying to picture t, and looking again and again at to to himself.
steps from some ters in and stood up, and almost at once Lyra alaimon a snarling savage , too distraugo c;Kill ;
quot;? s tter?quot;
quot;t old man— not a loole it, ill! ole my aleter! t stinky old man driving t;
And sely t s really did break, and o talaimon beside ter grief.
Far off across ter, copped o see. ill sat down beside Lyra and shook her shoulder.
quot;Stop! Stop crying!quot; ;tell me from t old man? ;
quot;Youre going to be so angry. I promised I give you a, and t; salaimon became a young clumsy dog ail, squirming ; and ill understood t Lyra soo aso tell , and o the daemon.
quot; tell me,quot; he said.
Pantalaimon said, quot;e to tricked us. t of questions and t you, and before op a ;
Lyra . Pantalaimon ion: dog, bird, cat, snow-we ermine.
quot; did t; said ill.
quot;Big,quot; said Lyras muffled voice, quot;and ever so strong, and pale eyes ...quot;
quot;Did ;
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