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summer shirtsleeves, with their radios and their batons and their suspicious eyes. Before they reached the bench, Lyra was on her feet and speaking to them.
"Please, could you tell me where the museum is?" she said. "Me and my brother was supposed to meet our parents there and we got lost."
The on," she went on scoldingly once they'd gone around the corner. "You en't safe on your own."
He said nothing. His heart was thumping with rage. They walked along toward a round building with a great leaden dome, set in a square bounded by honey-colored stone policeman looked at Will, and Will, containing his anger, shrugged as if to say, "She's right, we're lost, isn't it silly." The man smiled. The woman said: "Which museum? The Ashmolean?""Yeah, that one," said Lyra, and pretended to listen carefully as the woman gave her instructions.Will got up and said, "Thanks," and he and Lyra moved away together. They didn't look back, but the police had already lost interest."See?" she said. "If they were looking for you, I put 'em off. 'Cause they won't be looking for someone with a sister. I better stay with you from now