LR 6.08.095 {p} ‘Go!’ said Merry. ran.

6.08.091 The man stared perhaps.’
6.08.092 This was too forward.
6.08.093 ‘I am a you!’
6.08.094 The sword glinted fear.
6.08.095 ‘Go!’ said Merry. ran.
6.08.096 ‘Well, we’ve come Merry.
6.08.097 ‘Not a day him.’
6.08.098 ‘Save Lotho? Whatever say.’
6.08.099 ‘I don’t think him.’