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together, she choked down the sobs that still shook her chest.
Pantalaimon played the same them, fool them. He became a mouse and crept away from Lyra's hand to sniff
timidly at the drink in the monkey's clutch. It was innocuous: an infusion of chamomile, nothing more. He crept back something that was downstairs and I went to get it and they grabbed hold of me and took me in a car somewhere. But when they stopped, I ran out quick and dodged away and they never caught me. But I didn't know where I was...."
Another sob shook her briefly, but they were weaker now, and she could pretend this to Lyra's shoulder and whispered, "Drink it."She sat up and took the hot cup in both hands, alternately sipping and blowing to cool it. She kept her eyes down. She must pretend harder than she'd ever done in her , darling," Mrs. Coulter murmured, stroking her hair. "I thought we'd lost you forever! What happened? Did you get lost? Did someone take you out of the flat?""Yeah," Lyra whispered."Who was it, dear?""A man and a woman.""Guests at the party?""I think so. They said you needed
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