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Professor beat his fists against his shanks. Drops of saliva flew out of his mouth.
"Yeah," said Lyra, "I always thought he was a thief. And a rogue and all that."
If it was ! He's nothing but a popinjay! And a pirate! Not a scrap of original research to his name! Everything filched from better men!"
"Yeah, that's right," said Lyra earnestly. "And when he does do something of his own, he gets it wrong."
"Yes! Yes! Absolutely! No talent, no imagination, a fraud from top to bottom!"
"I mean, for example," said Lyra, "I bet you know more about the bears than unlikely for a scruffy little girl to turn up in his cell knowing the very man who figured in his obsessions, the Regius Professor didn't notice. He was mad, and no wonder, poor old man; but he might have some scraps of information that Lyra could use.She sat carefully near him, not near enough for him to touch, but near enough for Pantalaimon's tiny light to show him clearly."One thing Professor Trelawney used to boast about," she said, "was how well he knew the king of the bears-""Boast! Eh? Eh? I should say he boasts
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