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it's in Hampshire. My class is doing a sort of residential field trip. Kind of environmental study research skills."
"Oh, I see. What was it you wanted?… Archaeology?… Here we are."
Will copied down the address and phone number, and since it was safe to admit he didn't know Oxford, asked where to find it. It wasn't far away. He thanked the librarian and set off.
Inside the building Lyra found a wide desk at the foot of the stairs, with a porter behind it.
"Where back to his newspaper.
The alethiometer didn't tell Lyra people's names, of course. She had read the name Dr. Lister off a pigeonhole on the wall behind him, because if you pretend you know someone, they're more likely to let you in. In some ways Lyra knew Will's world better than he did.are you . She felt Pan, in her pocket, enjoying it."I got a message for someone on the second floor," she said."Who?""Dr. Lister," she said."Dr. Lister's on the third floor. If you've got something for him, you can leave it here and I'll let him know.""Yeah, but this is something he needs right now. He just sent for it. It's not a thing actually, it's something I need to tell him."He looked at her carefully, but he was no match for the bland and vacuous docility Lyra could command when she wanted to; and finally he nodded and went
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