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From: | Lorens Corbett |
Subject: | [Dnarchitect-devel] unbelie 7234 |
Date: | Wed, 24 May 2006 23:16:16 -0700 |
Hi,
S O m &
V A L / u M L e V / T R A C i A L / S M e R / D / A A m B / E N A m o x / c i I l / n V / a G R A X & n a x T r & m a d o I P R O z & C noiselessly down, down, down into the dark. He was trembling with fear, but his little face was set and grim. Already he was a very different hobbit from the one that had run out without a pocket-handkerchief from Bag-End long ago. He had not had a pocket-handkerchief for ages. He loosened his dagger in its sheath, tightened his belt, and went on. Now you are in for it at last, Bilbo Baggins, he said to himself. |
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