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    quot;Mama,quot; said a c;ting dark in time?quot;

    quot; fret,quot; t;Cant make anytter by fretting. ere dead, I expect.quot;

    quot;But ;I dont  to be dead, Mama!quot;

    quot;ere going to see Grandpa,quot; tely.

    But t be consoled and  bitterly. Ot t to ely t on, and on, and on.

    tialys o Salmakia before skimming acs brig got smaller and smaller. t on ills hand.

    quot;to see ting it. t .quot;

    quot;But ;If I  to stay in t  lost.quot;

    quot;t; ill said, guessing. quot;Its .quot;

    quot;No, t; said t;Some instinct is dra;

    And indeed ts  t of sigy storm ening, but tric tension

    t comes aorm. ts eadily, and traig  featureless.

    From time to time one of t ill or Lyra, or at t dragonfly and its rider, as if t man said:

    quot;You, you boy and girl. You aint dead. You aint gs.  you coming along ;

    quot;e came t,quot; Lyra told ;I dont knoo escape from t seemed to find ourselves ;

    quot; to t to go?quot; said ill.

    quot;I expect old,quot; said t confidently. quot;te out teous, I dare say. Its no good praying nos too late for t. You s w;

    It e clear o be in, and quite clear, too, t  it  be a big one. ts   arguing.

    And on trudging in silence under a sky t o a dull iron gray and remained t getting any darker. to t and rig il a little spark appeared ao o meet h a cry of pleasure.

    to the children.

    quot;toialys. quot;It looks like a refugee camp, but its obvious