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'
Now
,
now
!
'
said
Sam
.
'
Each
to
his
own
fashion
.
Our
bread
chokes
you
,
and
raw
coney
chokes
me
.
If
you
give
me
a
coney
,
the
coney
's
mine
,
see
,
to
cook
,
if
I
have
a
mind
.
And
I
have
.
You
need
n't
watch
me
.
Go
and
catch
another
and
eat
it
as
you
fancy
-
somewhere
private
and
out
o
'
my
sight
.
Then
you
wo
n't
see
the
fire
,
and
I
sha
n't
see
you
,
and
we
'll
both
be
the
happier
.
I
'll
see
the
fire
do
n't
smoke
,
if
that
's
any
comfort
to
you
.
'
Gollum
withdrew
grumbling
,
and
crawled
into
the
fern
.
Sam
busied
himself
with
his
pans
.
'
What
a
hobbit
needs
with
coney
,
'
he
said
to
himself
,
'
is
some
herbs
and
roots
,
especially
taters
-
not
to
mention
bread
.
Herbs
we
can
manage
,
seemingly
.
'
'
Gollum
!
'
he
called
softly
.
'
Third
time
pays
for
all
.
I
want
some
herbs
.
'
Gollum
's
head
peeped
out
of
the
fern
,
but
his
looks
were
neither
helpful
nor
friendly
.
'
A
few
bay-leaves
,
some
thyme
and
sage
,
will
do
-
before
the
water
boils
,
'
said
Sam
.
'
No
!
'
said
Gollum
.
'
Sméagol
is
not
pleased
.
And
Sméagol
does
n't
like
smelly
leaves
.
He
does
n't
eat
grasses
or
roots
,
no
precious
,
not
till
he
's
starving
or
very
sick
,
poor
Sméagol
.
'
'
Sméagol
'll
get
into
real
true
hot
water
,
when
this
water
boils
,
if
he
do
n't
do
as
he
's
asked
,
'
growled
Sam
.
'
Sam
'll
put
his
head
in
it
,
yes
precious
.
And
I
'd
make
him
look
for
turnips
and
carrots
,
and
taters
too
,
if
it
was
the
time
o
'
the
year
.
I
'll
bet
there
's
all
sorts
of
good
things
running
wild
in
this
country
.
I
'd
give
a
lot
for
half
a
dozen
taters
.
'
'
Sméagol
wo
n't
go
,
O
no
precious
,
not
this
time
,
'
hissed
Gollum
.
'
He
's
frightened
,
and
he
's
very
tired
,
and
this
hobbit
's
not
nice
,
not
nice
at
all
.
Sméagol
wo
n't
grub
for
roots
and
carrotses
and
-
taters
.
What
's
taters
,
precious
,
eh
,
what
's
taters
?
'
Po-ta-toes
,
'
said
Sam
.
'
The
Gaffer
's
delight
,
and
rare
good
ballast
for
an
empty
belly
.
But
you
wo
n't
find
any
,
so
you
need
n't
look
.
But
be
good
Sméagol
and
fetch
me
the
herbs
,
and
I
'll
think
better
of
you
.
What
's
more
,
if
you
turn
over
a
new
leaf
,
and
keep
it
turned
,
I
'll
cook
you
some
taters
one
of
these
days
.
I
will
:
fried
fish
and
chips
served
by
S.
Gamgee
.
You
could
n't
say
no
to
that
.
'
'
Yes
,
yes
we
could
.
Spoiling
nice
fish
,
scorching
it
.
Give
me
fish
now
,
and
keep
nassty
chips
!
'