LR 6.02.054 {p} ‘I don’t like wrong.’

6.02.050 They woke together, slate.
6.02.051 After much wandering earth.
6.02.052 Still far away, gloom.
6.02.053 Frodo and Sam hurrying.
6.02.054 ‘I don’t like wrong.’
6.02.055 Neither he nor more.
6.02.056 ‘Well!’ Sam went down.’
6.02.057 ‘Still we shall narrower.’
6.02.058 ‘I guess what Frodo.’