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The other horse traders nearby jeered, and a flighty colt reared up in alarm.
"What's going on?" said Lyra to a gyptian child who'd been watching open-mouthed. "What's she angry about?"
"It's her kid," said, contemptuous of the limited imaginations of these gyptian daemons, became a dragon the size of a deer hound.
But before they could all join battle, Ma Costa herself waded in, smacking two of the child. "It's Billy. She probly reckons the Gobblers got him. They might've done, too. I ain't seen him meself since-""The Gobblers? Has they come to Oxford, then?"The gyptian boy turned away to call to his friends, who were all watching Ma Costa."She don't know what's going on! She don't know the Gobblers is here!"Half a dozen brats turned with expressions of derision, and Lyra threw her cigarette down, recognizing the cue for a fight. Everyone's daemon instantly became warlike: each child was accompanied by fangs, or claws, or bristling fur, and Pantalaimon
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