"Will," said Lyra, "what dyou think the harpies will do whe the ghosts out?"
Because the creatures were getting louder and flying closer, and there were more and more of them all the time, as if the gloom were gathering itself into little clots of malid giving them wings. The ghosts kept looking up fearfully.
"Are we getting close?" Lyra called to the Lady Salmakia.
"Not far now," she called down, h above them. "You could see him if you climbed that rock."
But Lyra didnt want to waste time. She was trying with all her heart to put on a cheerful face fer, but every moment in front of her minds eye was that terrible image of the little dog-Pan abandoned oty as the mist closed around him, and she could barely keep from howling. She must, though; she must be hopeful fer; she always had been.
When they did e face to face, it happened quite suddenly. In among the press of all the ghosts, there he was, his familiar features wan but his expression as full of de……（内容加载失败！）
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