k to t;in your spurs, I mean, is it deadly? Because you stung my moter, didnt you? ill s;

    quot;It ; said tialys. quot;A full dose c;

    And full of maddening pain,   tell .

    quot;I need to talk to Lyra in private,quot; said ill. quot;ere just going to move ae.quot;

    quot;it knife,quot; said t;you can cut to anot t so?quot;

    quot;Dont you trust me?quot;

    quot;No.quot;

    quot;All rig  got it, I cant use it.quot;

    on t  t  touc,

    quot;ell just o put up ; ill said. quot;As soon as t;

    quot;t; s;And t care, t;

    quot;I just . I  realized .quot;

    quot;; sly.

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    quot;Do you trust t; ill said.

    quot;Yes. t I t.quot;

    t back to to t;Im going to sleep no;

    t once and fell asleep.

    Lyra sat do-formed and er ruly fearless, and s beyond measure; but  good at lying and betraying and cing,  of t, s uous, because s for ill, never for herself.

    Sended to look at ter again, but to  time instead of unconscious, and s for a brief nap, as she assured herself before she fell asleep.