LR 6.02.090 {p} Sam sighed. ‘That’s waybread.’

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.
6.02.093 Slowly the light bridge.
6.02.094 A few miles Isenmouthe.