NINETEEN - LYRA AND HER DEATH
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tful. tiredness, looked o t no one could suggest w.
t spoken before. From tone, not a a living voice: it h.
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to agree to.quot;
o Lyras mind like ones, and ill, too, felt t of them.
quot;?quot; he said.
quot;Youve only got to ;
quot;ait,quot; said tialys.
Every eye turned to up to turn to iny, passionate one. anding close by Salmakia, o say t too far, t turn back, taking to irresponsible lengths.
So sepped in. quot;Excuse me,quot; so ter, quot;but me and our friend t to go outside for a minute, because o talk to rument. e be long.quot;
And sook side into ted iron roofing h a melancholy sound.
quot;You must stop,quot; urned oil drum, in t of one of t ss cable over;t;
quot;But ,quot; Lyra said.
quot;No, no. Not to t;
quot;All rig a o your s all rig mind.quot;
quot;Do you realize ;
quot;Yes.quot;
quot;You dont. Youre a tless, irresponsible, lying casy comes so easily to you t your y, and you dont even admit trut stares you in t see it, Ill tell you plainly: you cannot, you must not risk your deat come back ress in ;
Lyra felt a