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watched their daemons. This nurse's was a pretty bird, just as neat and incurious as Sister Clara's dog, and the doctor's was a large heavy moth. Neither moved. They were awake, for the bird's eyes were bright and the moth's feelers waved languidly, but they weren't animated, as she would have expected them to be. Perhaps they weren't He was annoyed at having his experiments interrupted, and snapped his fingers in irritation.
"I suppose this is just the sort of thing the practice is meant to show up," he said. "What a nuisance."
"When I came yesterday," Lyra said helpfully, "Sister Clara put my other clothes really anxious or curious at all.Presently the doctor came back and they went on with the examination, weighing her and Pantalaimon separately, looking at her from behind a special screen, measuring her heartbeat, placing her under a little nozzle that hissed and gave off a smell like fresh air.In the middle of one of the tests, a loud bell began to ring and kept ringing."The fire alarm," said the doctor, sighing. "Very well. Lizzie, follow Sister Betty.""But all their outdoor clothes are down in the dormitory building, Doctor. She can't go outside like this. Should we go there first, do you think?"