Now that Lyra had a task in mind, she felt much better. Helping Mrs. Coulter had been all very well, but Pantalaimon was right: she wasnt really doing any work there, she was just a pretty pet. On the gyptian boat, there was real work to do, and Ma Costa made sure she did it. She ed and swept, she peeled potatoes and made tea, she greased the propeller shaft bearings, she kept the weed trap clear over the propeller, she washed dishes, she opened lock gates, she tied the boat up at m posts, and within a couple of days she was as much at home with this new life as if shed been byptian.
What she didnt notice was that the Costas were alert every sed for unusual signs of i in Lyra from the waterside people. If she hadnt realized it, she was important, and Mrs. Coulter and the Oblation Board were bound to be searg everywhere for her. Iony heard from gos-sip in pubs along the way that the police were making raids on houses and farms and building yards and fact……（内容加载失败！）
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