LR 6.01.077 {p} ‘I can hardly you?’

6.01.073 He was naked, whip-weal.
6.01.074 ‘Frodo! Mr. Frodo, eyes.
6.01.075 ‘Am I still horrible.’
6.01.076 ‘You’re not dreaming come.’
6.01.077 ‘I can hardly you?’
6.01.078 ‘It was indeed, you.’
6.01.079 ‘Well, you have hand.
6.01.080 Sam felt that morning.
6.01.081 Frodo sighed and asked.