LR 4.02.025 {p} Sam scratched his master.

4.02.021 The hobbits munched little.
4.02.022 ‘Look here!’ Sam loose.’
4.02.023 ‘Perhaps you’re right, me.’
4.02.024 So tired was breathing.
4.02.025 Sam scratched his master.
4.02.026 When he woke unthrottled.
4.02.027 ‘Poor wretch!’ he to?’
4.02.028 ‘Not far, not sky.
4.02.029 ‘Here, what are shape.