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wiped the sweat out of his eyes with his right hand. What he couldn't say was that he longed for his father as a lost child yearns for home. That comparison wouldn't have occurred to him, the place he kept safe for his mother, not the place others kept safe for him. But it had been five years now since that Saturday to him, but at that moment a witch flew down.
"I can see people behind us," she said. "They're a long way back, but they're moving quickly. Shall I go closer and look?"
"Yes, do," said Lyra, "but fly low, and hide, and don't let them see morning in the supermarket when the pretend game hiding from the enemies became desperately real, such a long , and his heart craved to hear the words "Well done, well done, my child; no one on earth could have done better; I'm proud of you. Come and rest now…"Will longed for that so much that he hardly knew he did. It was just part of what everything felt like. So he couldn't express that to Lyra now, though she could see it in his eyes, and that was new for her, too, to be quite so perceptive. The fact was that where Will was concerned, she was developing a new kind of sense, as if he were simply more in focus than anyone she'd known before. Everything about him was clear and close and immediate.And she might have said that