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never told her anything important," Lyra said.
"What was she asking?"
"Just about and I understand these things, don't we?" and moved on to greet some other guests.
Pantalaimon was whispering in Lyra's ear.
"While she was here, her daemon was coming out of our bedroom. He's been spying. He knows about the alethiometer!"what I was doing and who I was, and stuff like that."As she said that, Lyra noticed that Mrs. Coulter was alone, without her daemon. How could that be? But a moment later the golden monkey appeared at her side, and, reaching down, she took his hand and swung him up lightly to her shoulder. At once she seemed at ease again."If you come across anyone else who obviously hasn't been invited, dear, do come and find me, won't you?"The hot metallic smell was vanishing. Perhaps Lyra had only imagined it. She could smell Mrs. Coulter's scent again, and the roses, and the cigarillo smoke, and the scent of other women. Mrs. Coulter smiled at Lyra in a way that seemed to say, "You