Edgar Degas Dancers in Blue

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aeronaut, and her hand reached forward of its own accord, in vain.
"Me too, honey. But listen to me, they're working some trouble out there, and it's aimed at you, don't ask me how. Is this the boy with the knife?"
Will had been looking at him, eager to see this old companion of Lyra's; but now his eyes went right past Lee to look at the ghost beside him. Lyra asking why. Lyra, her eyes wide with alarm, held up the dragonfly with one hand and felt her hair with the other.
"No," said Will, "take your hand away, I can't see."
And in the faint gleam, he could see it: just above her left temple, there was a little patch of hair that was shorter than the rest.
"Who did that?" said Lyra. "And...”saw at once who it was, and marveled at this grown-up vision of Will, the same jutting jaw, the same way of holding his head.Will was speechless, but his father said:"Listen, there's no time to talk about this, just do exactly as I say. Take the knife now and find a place where a lock has been cut from Lyra's hair."His tone was urgent, and Will didn't waste time