Jack Vettriano Waltzers

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Mary thought: Lyra talked to her daemon, didn't she? Would she hear this bird as well as see him? She walked on, glowing with anticipation.
Ahead of them Will was cutting a window, and he and Lyra waited for the women to pass through so that he could close it again.
"D'you know wherehung low over the pavement. To see what would happen, she held out her hand, and he stepped onto it without hesitation. She felt the slight weight, the tight grip of the claws on her finger, and gently moved him onto her shoulder. He settled into place as if he'd been there all her life. we are?" Will said.Mary looked around. The road they were in now, in her world, was quiet and tree-lined, with big Victorian houses in shrub-filled Somewhere in north Oxford," Mary said. "Not far from my flat, as a matter of fact, though I don't know exactly which road this is.""I want to go to the Lyra said."All right. I suppose that's about fifteen minutes' walk. This way..."Mary tried the double-seeing again. She found it easier this time, and there was the chough, with her in her own world, perching on a branch that