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tear-streaming face this way and that as if looking for an answer. Will jumped up and seized her shoulders, and felt her tense and trembling.
"Listen," he said, "Lyra, listen: what did my father say?"
"Oh," she cried, He disengaged her arms gently and made her sit down. At once Pantalaimon, frightened, flowed up onto her lap, and the cat daemon tentatively came close to Will. They hadn't touched yet, but now he put out a hand to her, and she moved her cat face against his fingers and then stepped delicately onto his lap.
"He said...” Lyra began, gulping, "he said that people could spend a little tossing her head this way and that, "he said, you know what he said, you were there, Will, you listened, too!"He there and then. She flung herself into his arms and sobbed, clinging passionately to his shoulders, pressing her nails into his hack and her face into his neck, and all he could hear was, "No, no, no...""Listen," he said again, "Lyra, let's try and remember it exactly. There might be a way through. There might be a loophole."