Mrs. Coulter turned back to the water oove, which was nearly at the boil.
Croug down, she crumbled some dried leaves into it, two pinches from this bag, one from that, and added three drops of a pale yellow oil. She stirred it briskly, ting in her head till five minutes had gone by. Theook the pan off the stove and sat down to wait for the liquid to cool.
Arouhere lay some of the equipment from the camp by the blue lake where Sir Charles Latrom had died: a sleeping bag, a rucksack with ges of clothes and washing equipment, and so on. There was also a case of vas with a tough wooden frame, lined with kapok, taining various instruments; and there istol in a holster.
The deco cooled rapidly ihin air, and as soon as it was at blood heat, she poured it carefully into a metal beaker and carried it to the rear of the cave. The monkey daemon dropped his pine e and came with her.
Mrs. Coulter placed the beaker carefully on a low rod k beside the sleeping Lyra. T……（内容加载失败！）
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