Edgar Degas Absinthe

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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