She ran across the narrow street and down into the alley where the vans unloaded goods for the covered market. This being shutting-up time, there were few vans there now, but a knot of youths stood smoking and talking by the , gyptians. After every horse fair they disappear."
"So do horses," said one of his friends.
"This is different," said Lyra. "This is a kid. We was looking for him all afternoon and the other kids said the Gobblers got him."
"The what?"central gate opposite the high stone wall of St. Michael's knew one of them, a sixteen-year-old she admired because he could spit further than anyone else she'd ever heard of, and she went and waited humbly for him to notice her."Yeah? What do you want?" he said finally."Is Jessie Reynolds disappeared?""Yeah. Why?"'"Cause a gyptian kid disappeared today and all.""They're always disappearing
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