anding. ere near ting station.quot;

    quot;Are you going to stay ; she whispered.

    quot;Ill stay o .quot;

    S, uncomfortably  in ted cabin, but  take it off.

    quot;Go on, no; sed inside t, finding a fur-lined pocket ucked Mrs. Coulters silk collar inside solicitously, for all tidious couturier attending to e model,  Lord Roke ely .

    in time. Not a minute later a soldier armed o order Mrs. Coulter out of the airship.

    quot;Must I ; she said.

    quot;I  been told to remove t; ;On your feet, please.quot;

    quot;But its o move if I cant o tiff, Ive been sitting  part of a day  moving, and you kno any s really necessary to manacle me. Am I going to try and run a;

    Lord Roke o  interested in its effect on ot a grizzled old warrior.

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    Sood up, and Lord Roke felt  graceful  umble and cry out in alarm, and felt t oo; turning over steadily to generate pos, voices from somewhere nearby giving orders.

    ter leaning ly, and Lord Roke could just make out his reply.

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    Lord Rok