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At
that
moment
there
came
a
knock
at
the
door
.
Mr.
Butterbur
had
arrived
with
candles
,
and
behind
him
was
Nob
with
cans
of
hot
water
.
Strider
withdrew
into
a
dark
corner
.
'
I
've
come
to
bid
you
good
night
,
'
said
the
landlord
,
putting
the
candles
on
the
table
.
'
Nob
!
Take
the
water
to
the
rooms
!
'
He
came
in
and
shut
the
door
.
'
It
's
like
this
,
'
he
began
,
hesitating
and
looking
troubled
.
'
If
I
've
done
any
harm
,
I
'm
sorry
indeed
.
But
one
thing
drives
out
another
,
as
you
'll
admit
;
and
I
'm
a
busy
man
.
But
first
one
thing
and
then
another
this
week
have
jogged
my
memory
,
as
the
saying
goes
;
and
not
too
late
I
hope
.
You
see
,
I
was
asked
to
look
out
for
hobbits
of
the
Shire
,
and
for
one
by
the
name
of
Baggins
in
particular
.
'
'
And
what
has
that
got
to
do
with
me
?
'
asked
Frodo
.
'
Ah
!
you
know
best
,
'
said
the
landlord
,
knowingly
.
'
I
wo
n't
give
you
away
;
but
I
was
told
that
this
Baggins
would
be
going
by
the
name
of
Underhill
,
and
I
was
given
a
description
that
fits
you
well
enough
,
if
I
may
say
so
.
'
'
Indeed
!
Let
's
have
it
then
!
'
said
Frodo
,
unwisely
interrupting
.
'
A
stout
little
fellow
with
red
cheeks
,
'
said
Mr.
Butterbur
solemnly
.
Pippin
chuckled
,
but
Sam
looked
indignant
.
'
That
wo
n't
help
you
much
;
it
goes
for
most
hobbits
,
Barley
,
he
says
to
me
,
'
continued
Mr.
Butterbur
with
a
glance
at
Pippin
.
'
But
this
one
is
taller
than
some
and
fairer
than
most
,
and
he
has
a
cleft
in
his
chin
:
perky
chap
with
a
bright
eye
.
Begging
your
pardon
,
but
he
said
it
,
not
me
.
'
'
He
said
it
?
And
who
was
he
?
'
asked
Frodo
eagerly
.
'
Ah
!
That
was
Gandalf
,
if
you
know
who
I
mean
.
A
wizard
they
say
he
is
,
but
he
's
a
good
friend
of
mine
,
whether
or
no
.
But
now
I
do
n't
know
what
he
'll
have
to
say
to
me
,
if
I
see
him
again
:
turn
all
my
ale
sour
or
me
into
a
block
of
wood
,
I
should
n't
wonder
.
He
's
a
bit
hasty
.
Still
what
's
done
ca
n't
be
undone
.
'