LR 6.02.005 {p} ‘But we can’t,’ wings.’

6.02.001 Sam had just me!’
6.02.002 Down the road echoed.
6.02.003 In terror they begin.
6.02.004 ‘This won’t do, somehow.’
6.02.005 ‘But we can’t,’ wings.’
6.02.006 The eastern faces hoofs.
6.02.007 ‘Quick, Sam! Over fall.
6.02.008 ‘Well, here goes, ‘Good-bye!’
6.02.009 He let go. hand.