LR 4.09.037 {ps} ‘Master, master!’ cried hole!’

4.09.033 ‘Stand! stand!’ he use.’
4.09.034 Slowly the eyes nearer.
4.09.035 ‘Galadriel!’ he called, eyes.
4.09.036 They wavered. Doubt gone.
4.09.037 ‘Master, master!’ cried hole!’
4.09.038 And so back back.
4.09.039 Holding aloft the rope.
4.09.040 Sam laughed grimly. ’em!’
4.09.041 In a fury mouth.