LR 6.08.004 {p} ‘Of course we it.’

6.08.000 The Scouring of the Shire
6.08.001 It was after un-Shirelike.
6.08.002 They hammered on dark:
6.08.003 ‘Who’s that? Be sunrise?’
6.08.004 ‘Of course we it.’
6.08.005 At that a frightened.
6.08.006 ‘Come along!’ said Gate.’
6.08.007 ‘Bless me! It’s all!’
6.08.008 ‘Then stop gaping Merry.