o Jo o ts , still in ting a grove around it, because it  forever; it was a source of joy.

    quot;ell, tery,quot; said Farder Coram, quot;and Im glad I lived long enougo see it. to go into t . But if t for t part of us t o go do makes my  lig;

    quot;Youre rig; said Jo;Ive seen a good many folk die; Ive sent more to t tle. to kno after a spell in t again to a s land like to be free of ts test promise anyone could wis;

    quot;e must talk to Lyra about t; said Farder Coram, quot;and learn  came about and  means.quot;

    Mary found it very o say good-bye to Atal and t: a lacquer paining some of tree oil, and most precious of all, a little bag of seeds.

    t not groal said, but if not, you  forget us, Mary.

    Never, Mary said. Never. If I live as long as tc everyt you and tal.

    So t, tter of t snoayed  every ogethe blink of an eyelid.

    Xapold Serafina Pekkala t o tions ransparent images on til truly touch.

    At t, , as far as Lyra o travel from o Cittagazze. ills Oxford  a er, te sun lay erracotta roofs, t elegant and crumbling erfront, and ill and Lyras little cafe. A long searcains telescope soever, but Joo take  in case.

    t get in t they were needed.

    te a last meal togetco tain and o Joo be a very strong, and deeply stricken.

    Finally ill and Lyra and t off ty city. And it y; tfalls and t ao to part, and tayed some ers.

    quot;Lyra s to come a little o my Oxford,quot; Mary said. quot;S sometraiger;

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