It was desperately hard for Lyra and Will to leave that sweet world where they had slept the night before, but if they were ever going to find their daemons, they khey had to go into the dark once more. And now, after hours of weary crawling through the dim tunnel, Lyra bent over the alethiometer for the tweime, making little unscious sounds of distress, whimpers and catches of breath that would have been sobs if they were any stronger. Will, too, felt the pain where his daemon had been, a scalded place of acute tenderhat every breath tore at with cold hooks.
How wearily Lyra turhe wheels; on what leade her thoughts moved. The ladders of meaning that led from every one of the alethiometers thirty-six symbols, down which she used to move so lightly and fidently, felt loose and shaky. And holding the es between them in her mind...It had once been like running, or singing, or telling a story: something natural. Now she had to do it laboriously, and her gri……（内容加载失败！）
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