TWENTY-THREE - THE BRIDGE TO THE STARS-2
ng away.
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Mrs. Coulter ated; o s s e beautiful sadness in them.
“No,” she said. “No.”
t again. Lord Asriel reacrong fingers into turned anoto Mrs. Coulters arms, making little sounds of distress, reac to ters face ears. Lyra could see ting; they were real.
turned, s sobs, and moved doain and out of Lyras sight.
Lyra cohe sky.
Suc of wonders she had never seen.
ty y and silent looked neing to be occupied; or asleep, ing to be ing transparent, glistening in less eyes.
S oo; sorn out , s o Roger. And to ricking her: how dare he?
Sill alaimon il clao to make her. She blinked.
“? ?”
“Dust!” he said.
“ are you talking about?”
“Dust. o find t and destroy it, isnt he?”
“ts w he said.”
“And tion Board and ter and all, t to destroy it too, dont they?”
“Yeaop it affecting people...hy?”
“Because if t is bad, it must be good.”
S speak. A little ement leaped in .
Pantalaimon on:
“eve alk about Dust, and t, and you kno Dust must be bad too, because t isnt? if its—”
S if its really good...”
S eyes ablaze ement.
S dizzy, as if turning beneath her.
If Dust o be sought and welcomed and cherished...
“e could look for it too, Pan!” she said.
t o hear.
“e could get to it befor