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From: | Radomila Carnell |
Subject: | neckmoul 8083 |
Date: | Sun, 28 May 2006 14:59:08 -0700 |
Hi,
T r & m a d o I
A m o x / c i I l / n A m B / E N V A L / u M X & n a x M e R / D / A V / a G R A S O m & L e V / T R A C i A L / S P R O z & C These were smooth, cut out of the living rock broad and lair; and up, up, the dwarves went, and they met no sign of any living thing, only furtive shadows that fled from the approach of their torches fluttering in the draughts. The steps were not made, all the same, for hobbit-legs, and Bilbo was just feeling that he could go on no longer, when suddenly the roof sprang high and far beyond the reach of their torch-light. A |
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