Johannes Vermeer Young Woman with a Water Jug

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Hello," she said. "You're Lyra, are you?"
"Yeah. What's your name?"
"I'm Sergeant Clifford. Come along in."
Lyra thought this young woman had a nerve, acting as if it were her own laboratory, but she nodded meekly. That was thesaid.
"Nothing difficult," he said, smiling. "Come and sit down, Lyra."
He pushed a chair toward her. Lyra sat down carefully, and heard the door close itself. Dr. Malone was standing nearby. Pantalaimon, cricket-formed in Lyra's breast pocket, was agitated; she could feel him against her breast, and hoped the tremor didn't show. She thought to him to keep still.
"Where d'you come from, Lyra?" said Inspector Walters. moment when she first felt a twinge of regret. She knew she shouldn't be here; she knew what the alethiometer wanted her to do, and it was not this. She stood doubtfully in the doorway.In the room already there was a tall powerful man with white eyebrows. Lyra knew what Scholars looked like, and neither of these two was a Scholar."Come in, Lyra," said Sergeant Clifford again. "It's all right. This is Inspector Walters.""Hello, Lyra," said the man. "I've been hearing all about you from Dr. Malone here. I'd like to ask you a few questions, if that's all right.""What sort of questions?" she