LR 6.03.095 {p} A brief vision out.

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.
6.03.098 ‘Your poor hand!’ ever.’
6.03.099 ‘Yes,’ said Frodo. Sam.’