Finally, sensing from the movement that the craft was nearly
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There were men passing through in both directions: crew members, technicians, priests. Many of their daemons were dogs, brimming with curiosity. On the other side of the aisle, Mrs. Coulter sat awake and silent, her golden daemon watching everything from her lap and exuding malice.
Lord Roke
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"What are they doing?" she murmured.
"Landing. We're near the generating station."
"Are you going to stay with me, or work on your own?" she whispered.
"I'll stay with you. I'll have to hide under your coat."
She was wearing a heavy sheepskin coat, uncomfortably
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"Go on, now," she said, looking around, and he darted inside the breast, finding a fur-lined pocket where he could sit securely. The golden monkey tucked Mrs. Coulter's silk collar inside solicitously, for all the world like a fastidious couturier attending to his favorite model, while all the time making
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He was just in time. Not a minute later a soldier armed with a rifle came to order Mrs. Coulter out of the airship.
"Must I have these handcuffs on?" she said.
"I haven't been told to remove them," he replied. "On your feet, please."
"But it's hard to move if I can't hold on
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Lord Roke was impervious to her charm, but interested in its effect on
chanel bags outlet online others. The guard was a young man; they should have sent a grizzled old warrior.
"Well," said the guard, "I'm sure you won't, ma'am, but I can't do what I en't been ordered to do. You see that, I'm sure. Please stand up, ma'am, and if you stumble, I'll catch hold of your arm."