Re: the CtALilS

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but now they sank into their boots; and yet they would not give it up
and go away. The hobbit was no longer much brighter than the dwarves. He
would do nothing but sit with his back to the rock-face and stare away
west through the opening, over the cliff, over the wide lands to the
black wall of Mirkwood, and to the distances beyond, in which he
sometimes thought he could catch glimpses of the Misty Mountains small
and far. If the dwarves asked him what he was doing he answered:
You said sitting on the doorstep and thinking would be my job, not
to mention getting inside, so I am sitting and thinking. But I am
afraid he was not thinking much of the job, but of what lay beyond the
blue distance, the quiet Western Land and the Hill and his hobbit-hole
under it. A large grey stone lay in the centre of the grass and he
stared moodily at it or watched the great snails. They seemed to love

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