aid Mrs. Coulter. quot;I managed to break ? it, and o get it mended again.quot;

    t ched boy?

    quot;e kno; ly.

    quot;ell, ; s;Fra Pavel must be getting quicker.   to read all t.quot;

    Se, o take teous abstinence out on tors, too.

    quot;tell me about Lord Asriel,quot; said t. quot;tell me everyt;

    Mrs. Coulter settled back comfortably and began to tell  everyt  for a moment t sold  tress, about t t the foundries.

    Fat  moving a muscle, his lizard daemon absorbing and remembering every word.

    quot;And  ; he asked.

    quot;I stole a gyropter. It ran out of fuel and I o abandon it in tryside not far from  of t;

    quot;Is Lord Asriel actively searc;

    quot;Of course.quot;

    quot;I assume er t knife. You kno s of t troyer,quot;  on, crossing to ters. quot;ts o do, isnt it? Destroy ty? t God is dead already. Presumably, Asriel is not one of tains tion to kill ;

    quot;ell, er, quot;if   to o look at er, in time of Daniel,  of Days. ill alive, at some inconceivable age, decrepit and demented, unable to t or speak and unable to die, a rotten  is ion,  it be t merciful truest proof of our love for God, to seek  and give  of deat;

    Mrs. Coulter felt a calm exion as s out alive; but it oxicating, to speak like t to this man.

    quot;And Dust?quot; ;From t is your vie?quot;

    quot;I ,quot; s;I dont kno is. No one does.quot;

    quot;I see. ell, I began by reminding you t you are under arrest. I ts tim