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was hers and not hers. It was like being in someone else's dream. They got off in the city center next to an old stone church, which she did know, opposite a big department store, which she didn't.
"It's all changed," she said. "Like… That en't the Corn-market? And this is the Broad. There's Balliol. And Bodley's Library, down there. But where's Jordan?"
Now she was identical with these, and how proud she'd been of belonging to Jordan whose Scholars were the cleverest, whose coffers the richest, whose beauty the most splendid of all. And now it simply wasn't there, and she wasn't Lyra of Jordan anymore; she was a lost little girl in a strange world, belonging nowhere.
"Well," she said shakily. "If it en't here…"
It was going to take longer than she'd thought, that was all.trembling badly. It might have been delayed reaction from the accident, or present shock from finding an entirely different building in place of the Jordan colleThat en't right," she said. She spoke quietly, because Will had told her to stop pointing out so loudly the things that were wrong. "This is a different Oxford.""Well, we knew that," he said.He wasn't prepared for Lyra's wide-eyed helplessness. He couldn't know how much of her childhood had been spent running about streets almost