twine, string, any kind of cord. But there was nothing of that sort anywhere
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With her now so close, he felt more shaken, sadder, more guilty, much older
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looked squalid, neglected, overgrown, and
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do you mean that the weather’s state of mind is just our state of mind?” “Nothing is just anything,” the gyptian replied, and would say no more.
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“Alice,” he whispered. “Where’s Asta?” she mumbled through bruised lips. “How…” “She’s guarding Lyra. We had to sep-separate… ” “Oh, Mal,” she said, just that, and he felt that all the pain had been worth it.
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drenched him with misery.
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slippery grass and raised the paddle and brought it down on the man’s back, but feebly, too feebly