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think those kids'll do now?"
"They won't be following us. They were too frightened of the witches. Maybe they'll just go back to drifting about."
"Yeah, probably. They might want to use the knife, though. They might come after us for that."
"Let themLyra waited and sat still, and presently he went on. "It was when my mother was having one of her bad times. She and me, we lived on our own, see, because obviously my father wasn't there. And every so often she'd start . They're not having it, not now. I didn't want it at first. But if it can kill the Specters…""I never trusted Angelica, not from the beginning," Lyra said virtuously."Yes, you did," he said."Yeah. I did, really… I hated it in the end, that city.""I thought it was heaven when I first found it. I couldn't imagine anything better than that. And all the time it was full of Specters, and we never knew…""Well, I won't trust kids again," said Lyra. "I thought back at Bolvangar that whatever grownups did, however bad it was, kids were different. They wouldn't do cruel things like that. But I en't sure now. I never seen kids like that before, and that's a fact.""I have," said Will."When? In your world?""Yeah," he said, awkwardly.