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Footsteps
went
away
down
the
Hil
.
Frodo
wondered
vaguely
why
the
fact
that
they
did
not
come
on
up
the
Hill
seemed
a
great
relief
.
"
I
am
sick
of
questions
and
curiosity
about
my
doings
,
I
suppose
,
"
he
thought
.
"
What
an
inquisitive
lot
they
all
are
!
"
He
had
half
a
mind
to
go
and
ask
the
Gaffer
who
the
inquirer
was
;
but
he
thought
better
(
or
worse
)
of
it
,
and
turned
and
walked
quickly
back
to
Bag
End
.
Pippin
was
sitting
on
his
pack
in
the
porch
.
Sam
was
not
there
.
Frodo
stepped
inside
the
dark
door
.
"
Sam
!
"
he
caled
.
"
Sam
!
Time
!
"
"
Coming
,
sir
!
"
came
the
answer
from
far
within
,
folowed
soon
by
Sam
himself
,
wiping
his
mouth
.
He
had
been
saying
farewel
to
the
beer-barrel
in
the
celar
.
"
All
aboard
,
Sam
?
"
said
Frodo
.
"
Yes
,
sir
.
I
'll
last
for
a
bit
now
,
sir
.
"
Frodo
shut
and
locked
the
round
door
,
and
gave
the
key
to
Sam
.
"
Run
down
with
this
to
your
home
,
Sam
!
"
he
said
.
"
Then
cut
along
the
Row
and
meet
us
as
quick
as
you
can
at
the
gate
in
the
lane
beyond
the
meadows
.
We
are
not
going
through
the
vilage
tonight
.
Too
many
ears
pricking
and
eyes
prying
.
"
Sam
ran
off
at
full
speed
.
"
Wel
,
now
we
're
off
at
last
!
"
said
Frodo
.
They
shouldered
their
packs
and
took
up
their
sticks
,
and
walked
round
the
corner
to
the
west
side
of
Bag
End
.
"
Good-bye
!
"
said
Frodo
,
looking
at
the
dark
blank
windows
.
He
waved
his
hand
,
and
then
turned
and
(
folowing
Bilbo
,
if
he
had
known
it
)
hurried
after
Peregrin
down
the
garden-path
.
They
jumped
over
the
low
place
in
the
hedge
at
the
bottom
and
took
to
the
fields
,
passing
into
the
darkness
like
a
rustle
in
the
grasses
.
At
the
bottom
of
the
Hill
on
its
western
side
they
came
to
the
gate
opening
on
to
a
narrow
lane
.
There
they
halted
and
adjusted
the
straps
of
their
packs
.
Presently
Sam
appeared
,
trotting
quickly
and
breathing
hard
;
his
heavy
pack
was
hoisted
high
on
his
shoulders
,
and
he
had
put
on
his
head
a
tall
shapeless
fell
bag
,
which
he
caled
a
hat
.
In
the
gloom
he
looked
very
much
like
a
dwarf
.
"
I
am
sure
you
have
given
me
all
the
heaviest
stuff
,
"
said
Frodo
.
"
I
pity
snails
,
and
all
that
carry
their
homes
on
their
backs
.
"
"
I
could
take
a
lot
more
yet
,
sir
.
My
packet
is
quite
light
,
"
said
Sam
stoutly
and
untruthfuly
.
