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'
I
did
,
sir
.
And
that
's
why
I
choked
:
which
you
heard
seemingly
.
I
tried
not
to
,
sir
,
but
it
burst
out
of
me
:
I
was
so
upset
.
'
'
It
ca
n't
be
helped
,
Sam
,
'
said
Frodo
sadly
.
He
had
suddenly
realized
that
flying
from
the
Shire
would
mean
more
painful
partings
than
merely
saying
farewell
to
the
familiar
comforts
of
Bag
End
.
'
I
shall
have
to
go
.
But
'
--
and
here
he
looked
hard
at
Sam
--
'
if
you
really
care
about
me
,
you
will
keep
that
dead
secret
.
See
?
If
you
do
n't
,
if
you
even
breathe
a
word
of
what
you
've
heard
here
,
then
I
hope
Gandalf
will
turn
you
into
a
spotted
toad
and
fill
the
garden
full
of
grass-snakes
.
'
Sam
fell
on
his
knees
,
trembling
.
'
Get
up
,
Sam
!
'
said
Gandalf
.
I
have
thought
of
something
better
than
that
.
Something
to
shut
your
mouth
,
and
punish
you
properly
for
listening
.
You
shall
go
away
with
Mr.
Frodo
!
'
'M
e
,
sir
!
'
cried
Sam
,
springing
up
like
a
dog
invited
for
a
walk
.
'M
e
go
and
see
Elves
and
all
!
Hooray
!
'
he
shouted
,
and
then
burst
into
tears
.
"
You
ought
to
go
quietly
,
and
you
ought
to
go
soon
,
"
said
Gandalf
.
Two
or
three
weeks
had
passed
,
and
still
Frodo
made
no
sign
of
getting
ready
to
go
.
"
I
know
.
But
it
is
difficult
to
do
both
,
"
he
objected
.
If
I
just
vanish
like
Bilbo
,
the
tale
will
be
all
over
the
Shire
in
no
time
.
"
"
Of
course
you
must
n't
vanish
!
"
said
Gandalf
.
"
That
would
n't
do
at
al
!
I
said
soon
,
not
instantly
.
If
you
can
think
of
any
way
of
slipping
out
of
the
Shire
without
its
being
generaly
known
,
it
will
be
worth
a
little
delay
.
But
you
must
not
delay
too
long
.
"
"
What
about
the
autumn
,
on
or
after
Our
Birthday
?
"
asked
Frodo
.
"
I
think
I
could
probably
make
some
arrangements
by
then
.
"
To
tell
the
truth
,
he
was
very
reluctant
to
start
,
now
that
it
had
come
to
the
point
.
Bag
End
seemed
a
more
desirable
residence
than
it
had
for
years
,
and
he
wanted
to
savour
as
much
as
he
could
of
his
last
summer
in
the
Shire
.
When
autumn
came
,
he
knew
that
part
at
least
of
his
heart
would
think
more
kindly
of
journeying
,
as
it
always
did
at
that
season
.
He
had
indeed
privately
made
up
his
mind
to
leave
on
his
fiftieth
birthday
:
Bilbo
's
one
hundred
and
twenty-eighth
.
It
seemed
somehow
the
proper
day
on
which
to
set
out
and
folow
him
.
Folowing
Bilbo
was
uppermost
in
his
mind
,
and
the
one
thing
that
made
the
thought
of
leaving
bearable
.
