LR 6.08.009 {p} ‘I’m sorry, Master orders.’

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.
6.08.009 ‘I’m sorry, Master orders.’
6.08.010 ‘Whose orders?’
6.08.011 ‘The Chief’s up End.’
6.08.012 ‘Chief? Chief? Do Frodo.
6.08.013 ‘I suppose so, nowadays.’