Bill Brauer Salsa Dancers

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, too, and nodded to Pantalaimon, who lowered his ermine head in acknowledgment.

Clutching the knife in its leather sheath, Will led the way down the broad dark stairs and out of the tower. The sunlight was hot in the little square, and the silence was profound. Lyra looked all around, with immense caution, but the street was empty. And it would be better not to worry Will about what she'd seen; there was quite enough to , Will?" she said. "What we going to do? You're hurt so bad, and that poor old man… I hate this place, I really do, I'd burn it to the ground. What we going to do now?"
"Well," he said, "that's easy. We've got to get the alethiometer back, so we'll have to steal it. That's what we're going to do."worry about already. She led him away from the street where she'd seen the children, where the stricken Tullio was standing, as still as death. "I wish—" Lyra said when they had nearly left the square, stopping to look back up. "It's horrible, thinking of… and his poor teeth was all broken, and he could hardly see out his eye… He's just going to swallow some poison and die now, and I wish—"She was on the verge of tears."Hush," said Will. "It won't hurt him. He'll just go to sleep. It's better than the Specters, he said.""Oh, what we going to do