quot;O daemons,quot; Lyra burst out compassionately; quot;and if my own daemon was roke ouch him, I promise...”

    And s o t gs less or fearful, but tance as fog, poor t and lifeless, to  trong-beating s of travelers, and bot a succession of cold, delicate brusions as ts passed t little by little too; t got an infinite amount of life and o give, and to stop.

    Finally Lyra o plead o hold back.

    S;Please, o tell me o do!quot;

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    t girl spoke, but in  was only a whisper.

    quot;Did t? Did try and  you?quot;

    quot;Yea; said Lyra, quot;but if ts all t  t;

    quot;O isnt, ohey do worse...”

    quot;?  do t;

    But tant to tell  silent, until one boy said, quot;It ent so bad for ts been  tired after all t time, t fraid you up so much...”

    quot;Its t talking to most,quot; said t girl. quot;Its just.. .Os just eful. t tell you.quot;

    t s all seemed sunk in a let t t never move or speak again.

    quot;Listen,quot; said Lyra, quot;please listen. e came  to find a boy called Roger.  been  a fe if you know w;

    But even as s tay ill t every face, and still t never see more tiny fraction of t despair sit on ｐ://</kbd>

    eetried to  , ts part of it anyway.

    t g girl  lost little whisper.

    quot; to find ; said ill. quot;ell, Lyra s to speak to  t to fi