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After
lunch
,
the
Sackvile-Bagginses
,
Lobelia
and
her
sandy-haired
son
,
Lotho
,
turned
up
,
much
to
Frodo
's
annoyance
.
"
Ours
at
last
!
"
said
Lobelia
,
as
she
stepped
inside
.
It
was
not
polite
;
nor
strictly
true
,
for
the
sale
of
Bag
End
did
not
take
effect
until
midnight
.
But
Lobelia
can
perhaps
be
forgiven
:
she
had
been
obliged
to
wait
about
seventy-seven
years
longer
for
Bag
End
than
she
once
hoped
,
and
she
was
now
a
hundred
years
old
.
Anyway
,
she
had
come
to
see
that
nothing
she
had
paid
for
had
been
carried
off
;
and
she
wanted
the
keys
.
It
took
a
long
while
to
satisfy
her
,
as
she
had
brought
a
complete
inventory
with
her
and
went
right
through
it
.
In
the
end
she
departed
with
Lotho
and
the
spare
key
and
the
promise
that
the
other
key
would
be
left
at
the
Gamgees
'
in
Bagshot
Row
.
She
snorted
,
and
showed
plainly
that
she
thought
the
Gamgees
capable
of
plundering
the
hole
during
the
night
.
Frodo
did
not
offer
her
any
tea
.
He
took
his
own
tea
with
Pippin
and
Sam
Gamgee
in
the
kitchen
.
It
had
been
officialy
announced
that
Sam
was
coming
to
Buckland
'
to
do
for
Mr.
Frodo
and
look
after
his
bit
of
garden
'
;
an
arrangement
that
was
approved
by
the
Gaffer
,
though
it
did
not
console
him
for
the
prospect
of
having
Lobelia
as
a
neighbour
.
"
Our
last
meal
at
Bag
End
!
"
said
Frodo
,
pushing
back
his
chair
.
They
left
the
washing
up
for
Lobelia
.
Pippin
and
Sam
strapped
up
their
three
packs
and
piled
them
in
the
porch
.
Pippin
went
out
for
a
last
stroll
in
the
garden
.
Sam
disappeared
.
The
sun
went
down
.
Bag
End
seemed
sad
and
gloomy
and
disheveled
.
Frodo
wandered
round
the
familiar
rooms
,
and
saw
the
light
of
the
sunset
fade
on
the
wals
,
and
shadows
creep
out
of
the
corners
.
It
grew
slowly
dark
indoors
.
He
went
out
and
walked
down
to
the
gate
at
the
bottom
of
the
path
,
and
then
on
a
short
way
down
the
Hill
Road
.
He
half
expected
to
see
Gandalf
come
striding
up
through
the
dusk
.
The
sky
was
clear
and
the
stars
were
growing
bright
.
"
It
's
going
to
be
a
fine
night
,
"
he
said
aloud
.
"
That
's
good
for
a
beginning
.
I
feel
like
walking
.
I
ca
n't
bear
any
more
hanging
about
.
I
am
going
to
start
,
and
Gandalf
must
folow
me
.
"
He
turned
to
go
back
,
and
then
slopped
,
for
he
heard
voices
,
just
round
the
corner
by
the
end
of
Bagshot
Row
.
One
voice
was
certainly
the
old
Gaffer
's
;
the
other
was
strange
,
and
somehow
unpleasant
.
He
could
not
make
out
what
it
said
,
but
he
heard
the
Gaffer
's
answers
,
which
were
rather
shril
.
The
old
man
seemed
put
out
.
"
No
,
Mr.
Baggins
has
gone
away
.
Went
this
morning
,
and
my
Sam
went
with
him
:
anyway
all
his
stuff
went
.
Yes
,
sold
out
and
gone
,
I
tel
'
ee
.
Why
?
Why
's
none
of
my
business
,
or
yours
.
Where
to
?
That
ai
n't
no
secret
.
He
's
moved
to
Bucklebury
or
some
such
place
,
away
down
yonder
.
Yes
it
is
-
a
tidy
way
.
I
've
never
been
so
far
myself
;
they
're
queer
folks
in
Buckland
.
No
,
I
ca
n't
give
no
message
.
Good
night
to
you
!
"
