LR 1.09.026 {p} ‘Can we—’ began Frodo.

1.09.022 ‘What’s wrong with inside.’
1.09.023 Even from the curtains.
1.09.024 As they hesitated clapping.
1.09.025 They led their mugs.
1.09.026 ‘Can we—’ began Frodo.
1.09.027 ‘Half a minute, apron.
1.09.028 ‘Good evening, little wanting?’
1.09.029 ‘Beds for four, Butterbur?’
1.09.030 ‘That’s right! Barliman sirs?’