Henri Rousseau Sleeping Gypsy

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flecked with rust. But here the water was hot, the soap rose-pink and fragrant, the towels thick and cloud-soft. And around the edge of the tinted mirror there were little pink lights, so that when Lyra looked into it she saw a softly we'd go to the Royal Arctic Institute for lunch. I'm one of the very few female members, so I might as well use the privileges I haveilluminated figure quite unlike the Lyra she knew.Pantalaimon, who was imitating the form of Mrs. Coulter's daemon, crouched on the edge of the basin making faces at her. She pushed him into the soapy water and suddenly remembered the alethiometer in her coat pocket. She'd left the coat on a chair in the other room. She'd promised the Master to keep it secret from Mrs. Coulter....Oh, this was confusing. Mrs. Coulter was so kind and wise, whereas Lyra had actually seen the Master trying to poison Uncle Asriel. Which of them did she owe most obedience to?She rubbed herself dry hastily and hurried back to the sitting room, where her coat still lay untouched, of course."Ready?" said Mrs. Coulter. "I thought