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Oh, the wicked liar, oh, the shameless untruths she was telling! And even if Lyra hadn’t known them to be lies…she would have hated it with a furious passion. Her dear soul, the daring companion of her heart, to be cut away and reduced to a little trotting pet? Lyra nearly blazed with hatred, and Pantalaimon in her arms became a polecat, the most ugly and vicious of all his forms, and snarled.

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