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swallowed. The alethiometer never lied: this boy was a murderer, and if he'd killed before, he could kill her, too. She nodded seriously, and she meant it.
"All right," she said.
Pantalaimon had becomehair for a start. There's some shampoo in the bathroom. Then we'll go and find some different clothes."
"I dunno how," she said. "I never washed my hair. The housekeeper done it at Jordan, and then I never needed to after that."
"Well, you'll just have to work it out," he a lemur, and was gazing at him with disconcerting wide eyes. Will stared back, and the daemon became a mouse once more and crept into Lyra's pocket."Good," he said. "Now, while we're here, we'll pretend to these other kids that we just come from somewhere in their world. It's good there aren't any grownups about. We can just come and go and no one'll notice. But in my world, you got to do as I say. And the first thing is you better wash yourself. You need to look clean, or you'll stand out. We got to be camouflaged everywhere we go. We got to look as if we belong there so naturally that people don't even notice us. So go and wash your