LR 2.08.023 {p} ‘No more, no march.’

2.08.019 ‘I shall go it.’
2.08.020 Frodo caught something old.
2.08.021 In the morning, eye.
2.08.022 ‘Cram,’ he said relish.
2.08.023 ‘No more, no march.’
2.08.024 ‘I thought it Dwarf.
2.08.025 ‘So it is,’ accounts.’
2.08.026 ‘Indeed it is,’ hosts!’
2.08.027 ‘All the same, Tirith.’