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The
crack
closed
with
a
snap
,
and
Bilbo
and
the
dwarves
were
on
the
wrong
side
of
it
!
Where
was
Gandalf
?
Of
that
neither
they
nor
the
goblins
had
any
idea
,
and
the
goblins
did
not
wait
to
find
out
.
It
was
deep
,
deep
,
dark
,
such
as
only
goblins
that
have
taken
to
living
in
the
heart
of
the
mountains
can
see
through
.
The
passages
there
were
crossed
and
tangled
in
all
directions
,
but
the
goblins
knew
their
way
,
as
well
as
you
do
to
the
nearest
post-office
and
the
way
went
down
and
down
,
and
it
was
most
horribly
stuffy
.
The
goblins
were
very
rough
,
and
pinched
unmercifully
,
and
chuckled
and
laughed
in
their
horrible
stony
voices
;
and
Bilbo
was
more
unhappy
even
than
when
the
troll
had
picked
him
up
by
his
toes
.
He
wished
again
and
again
for
his
nice
bright
hobbit-hole
.
Not
for
the
last
time
.
Now
there
came
a
glimmer
of
a
red
light
before
them
.
The
goblins
began
to
sing
,
or
croak
,
keeping
time
with
the
flap
of
their
flat
feet
on
the
stone
,
and
shaking
their
prisoners
as
well
.
"
Clap
!
Snap
!
the
black
crack
!
Grip
,
grab
!
Pinch
,
nab
!
And
down
down
to
Goblin-town
You
go
,
my
lad
!
Clash
,
crash
!
Crush
,
smash
!
Hammer
and
tongs
!
Knocker
and
gongs
!
Pound
,
pound
,
far
underground
!
