"I en't seen him. He'll be for it, too. Ooh, when Mr. Cawson catches him-"
Lyra ran to the "Lyra, we all care about Roger-"
"You don't, else you'd all stop work and go and look for him right now! I hate you!"
"There could be a dozen reasons why Roger en't turned up. Listen to sense. We got kitchen and thrust her way into the hot, clangorous, steaming bustle."Where's Roger?" she shouted."Clear off, Lyra! We're busy here!""But where is he? Has he turned up or not?"No one seemed interested."But where is he? You must've heard!" Lyra shouted at the chef, who boxed her ears and sent her storming away.Bernie the pastry cook tried to calm her down, but she wouldn't be consoled."They got him! Them bloody Gobblers, they oughter catch 'em and bloody kill 'em! I hate 'em! You don't care about Roger-"
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