LR 6.02.105 {p} ‘Bless you, Sam!’ himself.’

6.02.101 Sam crept out, stones.
6.02.102 Sam tasted the disappeared.
6.02.103 ‘Well, luck did gently.
6.02.104 ‘That Gollum’s about longer.’
6.02.105 ‘Bless you, Sam!’ himself.’
6.02.106 ‘But he might sleep.
6.02.107 Light was fading Gollum.
6.02.108 Mordor-dark had returned, pace.
6.02.109 After doing some ahead.