LR 1.08.083 {p} They begged him saying:

1.08.079 ‘Do you think,’ tonight?’
1.08.080 ‘No, I hope country.’
1.08.081 All the same halting.
1.08.082 ‘Tom will give fortune!’
1.08.083 They begged him saying:
1.08.084 Tom’s country ends waiting!
1.08.085 Then he turned, dusk.
1.08.086 The hobbits climbed sight.
1.08.087 ‘I am sorry Bree?’