LR 4.01.122 {p} I do not death.

4.01.118 ‘I daresay,’ said him.
4.01.119 It seemed to past:
4.01.120 What a pity chance!
4.01.121 Pity? It was need.
4.01.122 I do not death.
4.01.123 Deserves death! I ends.
4.01.124 ‘Very well,’ he him.’
4.01.125 Sam stared at head.
4.01.126 ‘Yess, wretched we hobbits.’