LR 6.03.093 {p} ‘Precious, precious, precious!’ gone.

6.03.089 And far away, hung.
6.03.090 From all his Doom.
6.03.091 Sam got up. words.
6.03.092 The fires below fire.
6.03.093 ‘Precious, precious, precious!’ gone.
6.03.094 There was a stone.
6.03.095 A brief vision out.
6.03.096 ‘Well, this is Shire.
6.03.097 ‘Master!’ cried Sam, hand.