Thomas Kinkade End of a Perfect Day III

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There's more than one kind of spirit," said Lyra reprovingly. "You can't see all of 'em. Anyway, what about those old dead Scholars without their heads? I saw them, remember."
"That was only a night-ghast."
"It was a glass dome inside which there was something too distant to see, until he pulled a string attached to a shutter above, letting a ray of sunlight through to strike the dome not. They were proper spirits all right, and you know it. But whatever spirits's moving this blooming needle en't that sort of spirit.""It might not be a spirit," said Pantalaimon stubbornly."Well, what else could it be?""It might be...it might be elementary particles." She scoffed."It could be!" he insisted. "You remember that photomill they got at Gabriel? Well, then."At Gabrielwas a very holy object kept on the high altar of the oratory, covered (now Lyra thought about it) with a black velvet cloth, like the one around the alethiometer. She had seen it when she accompanied the Librarian of Jordan to a service there. At the height of the invocation the Intercessor lifted the cloth to reveal in the dimness