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CHAPTER THREE: A CHILDRENS WORLD-2

        , t to look for some ent store, syles t looked a little oldfaso ills eye, but tartan skirt and a green sleeveless blouse    for Pantalaimon. So o believe ill    girls did.

        "trousers," s;Im a girl. Doupid."

        artan skirt looked unremarkable, ill beer.

        " you doing?" she said.

        "Paying. You o pay for t t;

        "t in t t paying for a t;

        "t not, but I do."

        "If you start beers11 get you," s s know wease    or wher she should be afraid of him.

        In t, ill could see    t of ty    been repaired; er    ty and grandeur about this place.

        tyards filled    buildings t looked like palaces, for all t teps    looked as if ratizens of Cigazze preferred to patc up indefinitely.

        At one point to a toanding on its otle square. It    building ttlemeoories    its stillness in t sun riguing, and bot drao t top of teps; but t speak of it, and t on, a bit relutly.

        rees, old o look for a little cafe on a er, ed metal tables on t outside. t e. It looked smaller and s, but it opped bar, te of risotto, noo smell bad in the warm air.

        "Is it in ; she said.

        "No. Its in t;

        But took o trees, and looked around to get his bearings.

        "I t    ; ; about see t big e ;

        "s it look like? I t see anyt;

        "You    mistake it. It doesnt look like anyt;

        up and do anywhere.

        And t. c as    before, on t, you could only see it at all from one side:        like t unatably different.

        " is," he said when he was sure.

        "A!"

        Sounded as o alaimon talk. o remain inside ,    to be a imes, will slig o spikes.

        "Keep to one side," old ;If you stand in front of it peopled just see a pair of legs, and t     aig."

        "s t noise?"

        "traffic. Its a part of ts bound to be busy. Get do it from ts time of day to go too many people about. But itd be o find some in t. At least once . Just duck t of t;

        Stle blue rucksack t s t and    in o look through.

        "A; S;And ts your    dont look like any part of Oxford. You sure you ;

        "Course Im sure.    in front of you. Go to t, and ttle fartake t goes doo t. t leads to ty ter. Make sure you    see s t;

        &qu; s;I    fet."

        taking o see w.

        And tanding on till as a    a fe beyond, and no driver, at tion, o gaze side an odd-looking bit of air, even if t, and traffic sed the far side.

        t, a bang. o look.

        Lyra    a van ruck it from beill— ill darted ter ting out, and on ttle girl.

        "I couldnt ! S in front," said t;You oo close," surning tohe van driver.

        "Never mind t," ;;

        t t;    to , blinking alaimon craem beside her.

        "You all rig; ill said. "Move ys and arms."

        "Stupid!" said t;Just ran out in front. Didnt look once.    am I supposed to do?"

        "You still t; said the van driver.

        "Yea; muttered Lyra.

        "Everyt;

        "Move your feet and ; ill insisted.

        Shing broken.

        "S," said ill. "Ill look after ;

        "Dyou knoruck driver.

        "Ser," said ill. "Its all rig live around take ;

        Lyra ting up nourention back to t of traffic ationary ve past, t ttle se, as people aler. t t ougo be o limp away.

        "ait!" s;Youll be nesses. I need your name and address."

        "Im Mark Ransom," said ill, turning back, "and my sisters Lisa. e live at ty-six Bourne Close."

        "Postcode?"

        "I ever remember," ;Look, I    to get ;

        "; said t;and Ill take you round."

        "No, its no trouble. Itd be quicker to ;

        Lyra    limping badly. Srees, and tur t er to.

        t on a low garden wall.

        "You ?" ill said.

        "Banged me leg. And w s; she said.

        But s    i, broug a tle bundle , and unfolded it. ills eyes o see ter; tiny symbols painted around ting needle, took h away.

        "s t?" he said.

        "Its my aleter. Its a truteller. A symbol reader. I    ent broken...."

        But it    a;I never seen so many carts and t."

        "t ;

        "Not so many. Not like t used to it. But Im all rig;

        "ell, be careful from no lost or somet from tart looking for t;

        o be. Finally ;All rigend youre my sister, tll be a disguise for me, because t got a sister.

        And if Im o cross roads    getting killed."

        "All rig; she said humbly.

        "And money. I bet you —- around a and so on?"

        "I    money," s of her purse.

        ill looked at them incredulously.

        "Is t gold? It is, isnt it? ell, t    people asking questions, and no mistake. Youre just not safe. Ill give you some money. Put t of siger, and your names Lisa Ransom."

        "Lizzie. I preteo call myself Lizzie before. I    remember t."

        "All rig fet."

        "All rig; she said peaceably.

        o be painful; already it , and a dark, massive bruise ruck    before, sreated, and t worried oo—suppose some police officer should bee curious?

        ried to put it out of    off toget traffic liging just one glance back at trees. t see it at all.

        It e invisible, and traffic was flowing again.

        In Summertoen minutes opped in front of a bank.

        " are you doing?" said Lyra.

        "Im going to get some money. I probably better not do it too often, but t register it till t t;

        o tomatic teller and tapped out o be going    a ccy-pound note.

        "Use t later," ;Buy somet some cs find a bus into to;

        Lyra let    very quietly, cy t    off in ty ter o an old stone ce a big department store, w.

        "Its all c; s;Like ... t ent t? And t w;

        No migion from t, or present sirely different building in place of the Jordan College she knew as home.

        "t ent rig; sly, because ill old o stop pointing out so loudly t ;t Oxford."

        "ell, ," he said.

        prepared for Lyras    streets almost identical o Jordan College,    splendid of all. And no simply    t Lyra of Jordan anymore; s little girl in a strange world, belonging nowhere.

        "ell," s;If it ent ;

        It o take lo, t was all.
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