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| No, Master," said the Butler. "No word from the aerodock, either."
"I expect he'll be hungry when he arrives. Show him straight into Hall, will you?" "Very good, Master." "And you've decanted some of the special Tokay for him?" "Yes, Master. The 1898, as you ordered. His Lordship is very partial to that, I remember." "Good. Now leave me, please." "Do you need the lamp, Master?" "Yes,newport cigarette, leave that too. Look in during dinner to trim it, will you?" The Butler bowed slightly and turned to leave, his daemon trotting obediently after him. From her not-much-of-a-hiding place Lyra watched as the Master went to a large oak wardrobe in the corner of the room, took his gown from a hanger,newport cigarettes for usa, and pulled it laboriously on. The Master had been a powerful man, but he was well over seventy now,nba lanyard, and his movements were stiff and slow. The Master's daemon had the form of a raven, and as soon as his robe was on, she jumped down from the wardrobe and settled in her accustomed place on his right shoulder. Lyra could feel Pantalaimon bristling with anxiety, though he made no sound. For herself,newport cigarette, she was pleasantly excited. The visitor mentioned by the Master, Lord Asriel, was her uncle, a man whom she admired and feared greatly. He was said to be involved in high politics, in secret exploration, in distant warfare, and she never knew when he was going to appear. He was fierce: if he caught her in here she'd be severely punished, but she could put up with that. |
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