Paul Klee Ancient SoundRene Magritte HomesicknessArthur Hughes PhyllisFranz Marc Zwei Katzen
They gave her sleeping pills. Must've..."
"What's your name?"
"Lizzie," to ask, gathering her doped wits as Pantalaimon stirred into wakefulness with her.
"We dunno," said the girl who was doing most of the talking. She was a tall, red-haired girl with quick twitchy movements and a strong London accent. "They sort of measure us and do these tests and that-"
"They measure Dust," said another girl, friendly and plump and darkLyra mumbled."Is there a load more new kids coming?" demanded one of the girls."Dunno. Just me.""Where'd they get you then?"Lyra struggled to sit up. She didn't remember taking a sleeping pill, but there might well have been something in the drink she'd had. Her head felt full of eiderdown, and there was a faint pain throbbing behind her eyes."Where is this place?""Middle of nowhere. They don't tell us.""They usually bring more'n one kid at a time....""What do they do?" Lyra managed
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