LR 6.02.009 {p} He let go. hand.

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.
6.02.010 When the sound on!’
6.02.011 ‘Orc-mail doesn’t keep good.’
6.02.012 They had a last.
6.02.013 ‘Now down we can.’