Feb 22, 2009

Johannes Vermeer The Kitchen Maid

Lyra ducked her head at once under the shelter of her wolverine hood, and shuffled in through the double doors with the other children. Time enough later to worry about what she'd say when they came face to face: she had another from the zeppelin, that no one was watching very carefully. Lyra slipped out of the anorak, the leggings, and the boots and bundled them up as small as she could before shoving through the crowded corridors to her dormitory.
Quickly she dragged a locker to the corner, stood on it, and pushed at the ceiling. The panel lifted, just as Roger had said, and into the space beyond she thrust the boots and leggings. As an afterthought, she took the alethiometer from problem to deal with first, and that was how to hide her furs where she could get at them without asking permission.But luckily, there was such disorder inside, with the adults trying to hurry the children through so as to clear the way for the passengers

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