f welcome.

    And t;Dr. Malone!quot;

    Mary  of one of ts, , ocky figure, range and familiar.

    Lyra ran and embraced igood back, careful and doubtful.

    Mary kissed Lyra o tle mental dance of sympatook place in a second or less.

    Moved by compassion for tate t meant to embrace  Mary  kind of response o a man s knoing above all to  cause o lose face.

    So instead s , and a current of understanding and respect passed bet it became liking at once and eac t they had.

    quot;t; said Lyra, quot;old you about him...”

    quot;Im Mary Malone,quot; s;and youre arved.quot;

    Surned to ture by ing sounds, moving her arm as she did so.

    At once tures moved a cus ree nearby, w shade.

    And as soon as table, ts broug lemony astringency and tery taste; and salad plucked fres, t oozed a creamy sap, and little cs tasting like s carrots.

    But t eat muc oo riced to do justice to ty, but t from t, sligis or tortillas. It ried some of everyt like ill s a little e enough.

    Mary managed to avoid asking any questions. t to talk about it yet.

    So sions about told t tree, because sheir heads nodding.

    quot;You dont o do anyt sleep,quot; she said.

    ternoon air ill, and tree s. Less tes after t of t asleep.

    tal, surprised. But ell?

    Its easy, said Mary. t sly.

    t muc t come to them?

    I dont knoime soon. I dont know w o us.

    No ically.

    table garden. Mary o save o bend doal used runk,