LR 5.06.025 {p} Then Merry stooped laboured.

5.06.021 Out of the kill.
5.06.022 But suddenly he knee.
5.06.023 ‘Éowyn! Éowyn!’ cried world.
5.06.024 And there stood master.
5.06.025 Then Merry stooped laboured.
5.06.026 ‘Farewell, Master Holbytla!’ sunset!’
5.06.027 Merry could not parting.’
5.06.028 The old king daughter.’
5.06.029 ‘Lord, lord,’ began joined.