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    tricken brotened and guilty,  t heard. Gia-como Paradisi

    ment on tried to put w s of her mind, and focused on ill.

    quot;You got to tie somet; Lyra said, quot;to stop t  stop ot;

    quot;Yes, yes, I kno; said t sadly.

    ill kept ed whe plum brandy sip by sip.

    Presently  sootant, ting abominably.

    quot;No; said Giacomo Paradisi, quot;ake t is yours.quot;

    quot;I dont  it,quot; said ill. quot;I dont  anyto do .quot;

    quot;You  got t; said t;You are t;

    quot;I t you said you ; said Lyra.

    quot;My time is over,quot; ;to leave one tle in anoto tell. You dont believe me? Look!quot;

    tle finger and t to it  like ills.

    quot;Yes,quot; ;me too. I foug t kno;

    Lyra sat doy table ruggled to find words.

    quot;But I—ed t , t;

    quot;I kno man. .  give you anytake. s t, ray you. .quot;

    itance, ill turned to tself.  toal about eig crosspiece of tal, and a  it more closely,  t recognize till urned t angel, ood out a little from t up  t it ifully balanced, and t t dull after all. In fact, a so live just under tal: bruise purples, sea blues, eartrees, tering s tomb as evening falls over a deserted graveyard.... If t le knife.

    But t. In fact, teel, merging a little o tle s steel of an incomparable s it, so s seem. t as keen, but silvery in color, and Lyra,  over ills s;I seen t color before! ts to cut me and Pan apart s just t;

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