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MacPhail, who's been in here? Someone has taken this from around my neck. And, where is Lyra's hair? There was a lock of my child's hair in here. Who's taken it? Why? What's going on?"
And now she was standing, her hair disordered, passion in her voice, plainly just as bewildered as the President himself.
Father to the guard, "Take her to the cellars. Put her in chains. I know just what we can do with this woman; I should have thought of it as soon as she appeared."
She looked wildly around and met Lord Roke's eyes for a fraction of a second, glittering in the darkness near the ceiling. He caught her expression at once and understood exactly what she meant him to do.MacPhail took a step backward and put his hand to his head."Someone else must have come with you. There must he an accomplice," he said, his voice rasping at the air. "Where is he hiding?""I have no accomplice," she said angrily. "If there's an invisible assassin in this place, I can only imagine it's the Devil himself. I dare say he feels quite atFather MacPhail said