EIGHTEEN - THE SUBURBS OF THE DEAD
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ill lay curled up fast asleep, o protect tucked it around ending t saking care to avoid s, curled up just as be .
Carrying till sleepy Pantalaimon, s dotle wake him.
quot;ttle people,quot; Pantalaimon said.
quot;I dont like em,quot; said Lyra decisively. quot;I t arap quot;em in a net or somet ts it, ;
quot;e got a net,quot; ;or somet t. c;
Pantalaimon e by minute into t et edge of t cleared t reac toucc floialys, standing by ills chem.
quot;t; said Lyra, quot;t make us do . t to follo t;
quot;If t ; said Pantalaimon, meaning ;and got tings ready to stick in us, ill’d o do ;
Lyra t about it. Ser, tly, lolling drool of tered ream... And t cly been reminded elseed.
quot;Suppose t , t; s;suppose t ed cter make em t, if ;
S ter it rument out and laid it on its black velvet clottle by little, Lyra drifted into t trance in e edness bet rid of the spies?
to dart t, almost too fast to see, and some part of Lyras aed tops and sa once t t said.
It told try, because your lives depend on them.
t a s on and asked: to the dead?
the knife.
And finally santly, to do?
Yes, said ter instantly. Yes.
S of rance, and tucked t oo: insects irring, and a very sligling tems growing he dune.
S ter ao ill, alaimon as large as ing the Gallivespians.