quot;ill,quot; said Lyra, quot; ts out?quot;

    Because tures ting louder and flying closer, and time, as if tself into little clots of malice and giving ts kept looking up fearfully.

    quot;Are ting close?quot; Lyra called to the Lady Salmakia.

    quot;Not far no; s;You could see  rock.quot;

    But Lyra didnt  to e time. Srying  to put on a c every moment in front of  terrible image of ttle dog-Pan abandoned on tty as t closed around , t be hopeful for Roger; she always had been.

    o face, it e suddenly. In among ts, tures   as a g could be. o embrace her.

    But  tle c , it rengto ruly touch again.

    But ;Lyra, I never t Id ever see you again, I t even if you did come do to speak to me...”

    quot;?quot;

    quot;Because I done t my daemon ao figo you! t o get my daemon again, and ;

    quot;But t  your fault, stupid!quot; Lyra said. quot;It  brung you t place, and I s you go back ians. It . Im so sorry, Roger, , it , you ve been ;

    quot;ell,quot; ;I dunno. Maybe I  dead some ot it  your fault, Lyra, see.quot;

    S o believe it; but all t o see ttle cold t so out of reacried to grasp , ty air; but ood and sat down beside her.

    ts tle, leaving t, too, to sit do ts to force tend to the wound.

    But Lyra and Roger o t.

    quot;And you ent dead,quot; ;ill alive? And w;

    quot;Oo leave   to do, it  so muc s, and  stood t looking, o like a murderer, Roger, but I o, or else I couldnt ;

    quot;I been pr