LR 6.03.097 {p} ‘Master!’ cried Sam, hand.

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.’