NINETEEN - LYRA AND HER DEATH
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t to t and looked around furturned to trange figures standing by and said:
quot;Did you see any deat;
t;No, no, none.quot;
turned back. Be: a wo young chey were all nervous and apprehensive.
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t;Lyra? And ill?quot;
quot;Yes, sir,quot; she said humbly.
quot;Are t; ing to the spies on her shoulder.
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Everyone ed. ttle by one, and to look modest and er a pause the man said:
quot;ell, ts strange, I suppose trange times.. .Come in, t;
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