LR 6.01.071 {p} At that rage fell.

6.01.067 There was no answer.
6.01.068 ‘All right,’ growled to.’
6.01.069 The hinges creaked again.
6.01.070 ‘You lie quiet, whip.
6.01.071 At that rage fell.
6.01.072 With a cry Frodo.
6.01.073 He was naked, whip-weal.
6.01.074 ‘Frodo! Mr. Frodo, eyes.
6.01.075 ‘Am I still horrible.’