LR 6.02.088 {p} ‘Begging your pardon, go?’

6.02.084 ‘I’ll try,’ said shout.’
6.02.085 There the hobbits stirred.
6.02.086 ‘Well, I suppose again.’
6.02.087 It was difficult most.
6.02.088 ‘Begging your pardon, go?’
6.02.089 ‘No, not any nearer.’
6.02.090 Sam sighed. ‘That’s waybread.’
6.02.091 ‘I’ll try and march!’
6.02.092 It was not stone.