CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE BELVEDERE-1
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quot;Im going to ask about your fat; s;and to point at—quot;
quot;No. Ask about my mot. I to kno;
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then she blinked and looked up.
quot;Sill,quot; s;ts looking after give ;
ill realized t tle tension left the pain of his wound more sharply.
quot;t; ;All rig my fat;
But before s from outside.
t at once. At t of t y t of trees, and sometirring talaimon became a lynx at once and padded to the open door, gazing fiercely down.
quot;Its t; he said.
Botood up. t of trees, one by one, maybe forty or fifty of ticks. At triped ts, and it a stick t ol.
quot;t; Lyra wing.
Angelica ugging at betle brotement, and too, s in t never so many of to carry guns.
ting, and ill managed to make out Angelicas voice ;You killed my brotole ters get away! e gonna kill you same as you killed ;
quot;ill, you could cut a ; Lyra said urgently, clutc;e could get a;
quot;Yea.
Probably in treet in front of a bus. I cant just cut t to be safe—Ive got to look first and see ake too long. t or up trees, ;
Lyra looked out t;tve seen us last nig; s;I bet too coo attack us on terday! So—quot;
quot;Stop talking and come on,quot; said ill.
trapped to , and Lyra put on tle rucksack er an