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'
Nor
me
,
'
said
Sam
.
'
Grrr
!
Those
eyes
did
give
me
a
turn
!
But
perhaps
we
've
shaken
him
off
at
last
,
the
miserable
slinker
.
Gollum
!
I
'll
give
him
gollum
in
his
throat
,
if
ever
I
get
my
hands
on
his
neck
.
'
'
I
hope
you
'll
never
need
to
,
'
said
Frodo
.
'
I
do
n't
know
how
he
followed
us
;
but
it
may
be
that
he
's
lost
us
again
,
as
you
say
.
In
this
dry
bleak
land
we
ca
n't
leave
many
footprints
,
nor
much
scent
,
even
for
his
snuffling
nose
.
'
'
I
hope
that
's
the
way
of
it
,
'
said
Sam
.
'
I
wish
we
could
be
rid
of
him
for
good
!
'
'S
o
do
I
,
'
said
Frodo
;
'
but
he
's
not
my
chief
trouble
.
I
wish
we
could
get
away
from
these
hills
!
I
hate
them
.
I
feel
all
naked
on
the
east
side
,
stuck
up
here
with
nothing
but
the
dead
flats
between
me
and
that
Shadow
yonder
.
There
's
an
Eye
in
it
.
Come
on
!
We
've
got
to
get
down
today
somehow
.
'
But
that
day
wore
on
,
and
when
afternoon
faded
towards
evening
they
were
still
scrambling
along
the
ridge
and
had
found
no
way
of
escape
.
Sometimes
in
the
silence
of
that
barren
country
they
fancied
that
they
heard
faint
sounds
behind
them
,
a
stone
falling
,
or
the
imagined
step
of
flapping
feet
on
the
rock
.
But
if
they
halted
and
stood
still
listening
,
they
heard
no
more
,
nothing
but
the
wind
sighing
over
the
edges
of
the
stones
-
yet
even
that
reminded
them
of
breath
softly
hissing
through
sharp
teeth
.
All
that
day
the
outer
ridge
of
the
Emyn
Muil
had
been
bending
gradually
northward
,
as
they
struggled
on
.
Along
its
brink
there
now
stretched
a
wide
tumbled
flat
of
scored
and
weathered
rock
,
cut
every
now
and
again
by
trench-like
gullies
that
sloped
steeply
down
to
deep
notches
in
the
cliff-face
.
To
find
a
path
in
these
clefts
,
which
were
becoming
deeper
and
more
frequent
,
Frodo
and
Sam
were
driven
to
their
left
,
well
away
from
the
edge
,
and
they
did
not
notice
that
for
several
miles
they
had
been
going
slowly
but
steadily
downhill
:
the
cliff-top
was
sinking
towards
the
level
of
the
lowlands
.
At
last
they
were
brought
to
a
halt
.
The
ridge
took
a
sharper
bend
northward
and
was
gashed
by
a
deeper
ravine
.
On
the
further
side
it
reared
up
again
,
many
fathoms
at
a
single
leap
:
a
great
grey
cliff
loomed
before
them
,
cut
sheer
down
as
if
by
a
knife
stroke
.
They
could
go
no
further
forwards
,
and
must
turn
now
either
west
or
east
.
But
west
would
lead
them
only
into
more
labour
and
delay
,
back
towards
the
heart
of
the
hills
;
east
would
take
them
to
the
outer
precipice
.
