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the pale-haired man, so Lyra could dash out and away before they got through.
Across the road, ignoring the cars, the brakes, the squeal of tires; into this gap between tall buildings, and then another road,up Norham a quiet tree-lined road of tall Victorian houses near the park.
She stopped to gain her breath. There was a tall hedge in front of one of the with a low wall at its foot, and she sat there tucked closely in under the privet.
"She helped us!" Pantalaimon said. "Dr. Malone with cars from both directions. But she was quick, dodging bicycles, always with the pale-haired man just behind her—oh, he was frightening!Into aover a fence, through some bushes—Pantalaimon skimming overhead, a swift, calling to her which way to go; crouching down behind a coal bunker as the pale man's footsteps came racing past, and she couldn't hear him panting, he was so fast, and so fit; and Pantalaimon said, "Back now! Go back to the road—"So she crept out of her hiding place and ran back across the grass, out through the garden gate, into the open spaces of the Banbury Road again; and once again she dodged across, and once again tires squealed on the road; and then she was running