CHAPTER EIGHT: THE TOWER OF THE ANGELS-1
ill said, quot; t;
t in t, urned around, and ill and Lyra sat in talaimon a mouse nohed in Lyras hands.
quot;Someone o to ter,quot; said Sir Charles.
quot;Unfortunately for all of us, ter is in my possession, and t;
quot; t ot;
quot;I kno you dont. else ? I am a good deal older and considerably better informed. t; ttagazze to do so all time.quot;
quot;You ent from t all!quot; said Lyra suddenly. quot;Youre from t you?quot;
And again came t strange nudge at certain shed seen him before.
quot;No, Im not,quot; he said.
ill said, quot;If to get t man, o kno going to just give it to us, is ;
quot;Certainly not. Its ters as not going to be easy by any means.quot;
quot;ters are afraid of t;
quot;Very muc;
quot;tack only gro;
quot;You dont need to kno no doesnt matter. Lyra,quot; Sir Curning to ;tell me about your remarkable friend.quot;
Pantalaimon. And as soon as , ill realized t too, and t Sir C come from Lyras alaimon to put track: so realize t ill had seen his own daemon.
Lyra lifted Pantalaimon close to , and , Sir Ch red eyes.
quot;You supposed to see ; s; got daemons in t you le.quot;
quot;If t ent to be represented by a scarab, so am I,quot; ;ell, youre from yet anoteresting. Is t eal it on your travels?quot;
quot;I ,quot; said Lyra furiously. quot;ter of Jordan College in my Oxford gave it to me. Its mine by rig knoo do , you stupid