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"Och! Werz Aragorn?"
"Eze laid up drunk in the Prancing Pony fer three days
now..."
"Och! Watz there ta eat?"
"Ya know there's nuttin but tea and toast..an not mucha
dat. Frodo take Sam and yer sister, load up the pram
and make it down to Saurumon's and sell that damned
ring...take nottin less than a fiver..."
My eyes were so swollen wit crud, I could barely see
to drive the pram. No shoes. Filthy coat that barely
came down to my wrists. The messenger boy swerved to
the other side of the street to avoid us...such a sore
sight we were.