A minute later the car came to a silent halt outside a public library. The old man held open the door on his side, so that Lyra had to climb past his knees to get out. There was a lot of space, but somehow it was awkward, and she didnt want to touch him, nice as he was.

"Dont forget your rucksack," he said, handing it to her.

"Thank you," she said.

"Ill see you again, I hope, Lizzie," he said. "Give my regards to your friend."

"Good-bye," she said, and lingered on the pavement till the car had turned the corner and gone out of sight before she set off toward the hornbeam trees. She had a feeling about that palehaired man, and she wanted to ask the alethiometer.

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