Claude Monet Bank of the Seine Vetheuil

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Good evening, child," he said. His voice was smooth and commanding. His serpent daemon's mailed head and emerald eyes glittered in the light from the cut-glass lamp on the wall nearby.
"Good evening," said Lyra.
"How is my at once, in the same way that you could focus the beam of an anbaric lantern. All his attention streamed at her fiercely.
"Suppose you tell me what you know," he said.
"They're doing experiments in the North," Lyra said. She was feeling old friend the Master of Jordan?""Very well, thank you.""I expect they were all sorry to say goodbye to you.""Yes, they were.""And is Mrs. Coulter keeping you busy? What is she teaching you?"Because Lyra was feeling rebellious and uneasy, she didn't answer this patronizing question with the truth, or with one of her usual flights of fancy. Instead she said, "I'm learning about Rusakov Particles, and about the Oblation Board."He seemed to become focused