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restaurant in Lisbon, scraping the frost off the windshield of her car), she felt the Dust wind easing. The pressure was lessening.
But only on her: all around, above and below, the great flood was streaming as fast as ever. Somehow there was a little patch of stillness around her, where the particles were resisting the flow.
They were conscious! awoke.
She took in a shuddering deep breath. She pressed her hands and her legs against the rough planks of the platform, and having a minute ago nearly gone mad with fear, she was now suffused with a deep, slow ecstasy at being one with her body and the earth and everything that was matter.
Finally she sat up and tried to take stock. Her fingers found the spyglass, and she held it to her eye, supporting one trembling hand with the other. There was no doubt about it: that They felt her anxiety and responded to it. And they began to carry her back to her deserted body, and when she was close enough to see it once more, so heavy, so warm, so safe, a silent sob convulsed her heart.And then she sank back into her body and

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The first thing Will did was to make Lyra sit down, and then he took out the little pot of bloodmoss ointment and looked at the wound on her head. It was bleeding freely, as scalp wounds do, but it wasn't deep. He tore a strip off the edge of his do it! I can't tell lies! I thought it was so easy, but it didn't work, it's all I can do, and it doesn't work!"
"It's not all you can do. You can read the alethiometer, can't you? Come on, let's see where we are. Let's look for Roger." shirt and mopped it clean, and spread some of the ointment over the gash, trying not to think of the filthy state of the claw that made it.Lyra's eyes were glazed, and she was ash-pale."Lyra! Lyra!" he said, and shook her gently. "Come on now, we've got to move."She gave a shudder and took a long, shaky breath, and her eyes focused on him, full of a wild despair."Will, I can't do it anymore, I can't

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everyday feat. She's drawn your poison, Marisa. She's taken your teeth out. Your fire's been quenched in a drizzle of ."
Mrs. Coulter was more like her daughter than she knew. Her answer to this was to spit in Lord Asriel's face. He wiped it calmly away and said, "A gag would put an end to that kind of behavior, too."
"Oh, do correct me, Asriel," she said. "Someone who displays to his under-officers sentimental piety. Who would have thought it? The pitiless agent of the Church, the fanatical persecutor of children, the inventor of hideous machines to slice them apart and look in their terrified little beings for any evidence of sin, and along comes a foul-mouthed, ignorant little brat with dirty fingernails, and you cluck and settle your feathers over her like a hen. Well, I admit: the child must have some gift I've never seen myself. But if all it does is turn you into a doting mother, it's a pretty thin, drab, puny little gift. And now you might as well be quiet. I've asked my chief commanders to come in for an urgent conference, and if you can't control your noise, I'll have you gagged

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complex, because they loved qualifying and explaining and illustrating their arguments with dozens of examples, as if they had forgotten nothing and everything they had ever known was available immediately for reference), the settlement was attacked.
Mary was the first to see the attackers coming, though she didn't know what they were.
It happened in midafternoon, when she was helping repair the roof of a hut. The mulefa only built one story high, because they were the sea. She shaded her eyes and saw one, two, more, a fleet of tall white sails, emerging out of the heat haze, some way off but making with a silent grace for the river mouth.
Mary called the zalif from below. What are you seeing?
She didn't know the word for sail, or boat, so she said tail, white, many.
At once the zalif gave a call of alarm, and everyone in earshot stopped work and sped to the not climbers; but Mary was happy to clamber above the ground, and she could lay thatch and knot it in place with her two hands, once they had shown her the technique, much more quickly than they could.So she was braced against the rafters of a house, catching the bundles of reeds thrown up to her, and enjoying the cool breeze from the water that was tempering the heat of the sun, when her eye was caught by a flash of white.It came from that distant glitter she thought was

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chartered a ship."
The three little foxes had been waiting patiently. Two of them were lying down, heads on their paws, watching, and the other was still sitting up, following the conversation. The foxes of the Arctic, scavengers that they were, had picked up some language, but their brains were so formed that they could only understand statements in the Iorek went on. "What will you do now?"
"I'm going to find the gyptians," she said. "I think they will be needed."
"Lord Faa," said the bear, "yes. Good fighters. Go well."
He turned away and slipped into the water without a splash, and began to swim in his steady, tireless paddle toward the new world.
And some time later, Iorek Byrnison stepped through the blackened undergrowth present tense. Most of what Iorek and Serafina said was meaningless noise to them. Furthermore, when they spoke, much of what they said was lies, so it didn't matter if they repeated what they'd heard: no one could sort out which parts were true, though the credulous cliff-ghasts often believed most of it, and never learned from their disappointment. The bears and the witches alike were used to their conversations being scavenged as well as the meat they'd finished with."And you, Serafina Pekkala?"

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apartment, the easternmost on the second floor, was "the best in the building," one resident says. "Its windows get sunlight all through the day."
life was good. Tang soon married a co-worker, Yu Jianqing, and people say the two were happy together. Their son was born in 1987; they by Horizon Research, grandparents have the least power in many families, while kids have the most. The press is filled with horror stories about tyrannically demanding "little emperors" and the slavishly devoted parents who fail to control them. Neighbors say Wenjun was "somewhat disobedient as a child," but they recall no serious incidents—from his early years, anyway.
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As one was a male creation.')He projected his own obsessions on his patients and on his analytical writings ... He could himself not show one single validated psychoanalytical cure! More, he was even not interested in cures: 'I prefer a student ten times more than a neurotic.'
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onlookers growled; the Oak was pale with fury at seeing his authority denied; the Trees and the Animals were indignant, but, as they were cowards, not one of them dared protest; and the Dog would have settled all of them, if he had gone on with his rebellion. But Tyltyl threatened him harshly; and, suddenly yielding to his docile instincts, Tylô lay down at his master's feet. Thus it is that our finest virtues are treated as faults, when we exercise them without discrimination.
From that moment, the Children were lost. The Ivy gagged and bound the poor Dog, who was then taken behind the Chestnut-tree and tied to his biggest root.
"Now," cried the Oak, in a voice of thunder, "we can take counsel quietly... This is the first time that it is given us to judge Man! I do not think that, after the monstrous injustice which we have suffered, there can remain the least doubt as to the attention from what was happening. sentence that awaits him... ." One cry rang from every throat: "Death! Death! Death!" The poor Children did not at first understand their doom, for the Trees and Animals, who were more accustomed to talking their own special language, did not speak very distinctly; and, besides, the innocent Children could never imagine such cruelty! "What is the matter with them?" asked the boy. "Are they displeased?" "Don't be alarmed," said the Cat. "They are a little annoyed because Spring is late .... " And she went on talking into Tyltyl's ear, to divert his

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Emergency! Emergency!" blared the klaxons throughout Ma\-gra\-thea. "Hos\-tile ship has landed on planet. Armed intruders in section 8A. Defence stations, defence stations!" The two mice sniffed irritably round the fragments of their glass tranlay shattered on the floor. "Damnation," muttered Frankie mouse, "all that fuss over two pounds of , too literal, too factual," said Frankie, "wouldn't sustain the punters' interest." Again they thought. Then Frankie said: "Here's a thought. How many roads must a man walk down?" "Ah," said Benji. "Aha, now that does sound promising!" He rolled the phrase around a little. "Yes," he said, "that's excellent! Sounds very significant without actually tying you down to meaning anything at all. How many roads must a man walk down? Forty-two. Excellent, excellent, that'll fox 'em. Frankie baby, we are made!" They performed a scampering dance in their excitement.Earthling brain." He scuttled round and about, his pink eyes flashing, his fine white coat bristling with static. "The only thing we can do now," said Benji, crouching and stroking his whiskers in thought, "is to try and fake a question, invent one that will sound plausible." "Difficult," said Frankie. He thought. "How about What's yellow and dangerous?" Benji considered this for a moment. "No, no good," he said. "Doesn't fit the answer." They sank into silence for a few seconds. "Alright," said Benji. "What do you get if you multiply six by seven?" "No, no