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wonder if these are all the Master's?" she whispered. "When he gets honorary degrees from other places, perhaps they give him fancy robes and he keeps them here for dressing-up....Pan, do you really think it's not poison in that wine?"
"No," he said. "I , and well you know it," she snapped quietly. "But now I've seen what the Master did, I haven't got any choice. You're supposed to know about you? How can I just go and sit in the library or somewhere and twiddle my thumbs, knowing what's going to happen? I don't intend to do that, I promise you."
"This is what you wanted all the time," he said after a moment. "You wanted think it is, like you do. And I think it's none of And I think it would be the silliest thing you've ever done of silly things to interfere. It's nothing to do with us.""Don't be stupid," Lyra said. "I can't sit in here and watch them give him poison!""Come somewhere else, then.""You're a coward, Pan.""Certainly I am. May I ask what you intend to do? Are you going to leap out and snatch the glass from his trembling fingers? What did you have in mind?""I didn't have anything in mind
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