Oooh, Hilda Bracegirdle, you and I are close. I wonder if I can catch you today! If I see someone in the distance, how can I be sure it's you, and not some rascally wilderness vagabond?
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They spoke no more of the small news of the Shire far away; nor of the dark shadows and perils that encompassed them, but of the fair things they had seen in the world together, of the Elves, of the stars, of trees, and the gentle fall of the bright year in the woods.
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