uld always creep under a chair.

    See s s tand and cast a glance over ters and glasses. to , so s a superior servant, so a superior dog. In fact, ster. t around as if sruder, but didnt make for to Lyras intense relief.

    Lyra een her.

    Lyra iny walaimon had squeezed in beside her.

    “ere going to o stay  you listen to me?”

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    “You dont knos poison.”

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    “Dont be stupid,” Lyra said. “I cant sit in chem give him poison!”

    “Come somewhen.”

    “Youre a coward, Pan.”

    “Certainly I am. May I ask end to do? Are you going to leap out and snatcrembling fingers?  did you have in mind?”

    “I didnt ,” sly.

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