“I hurried after Sam, calling, "You might wait for us!" The last word, though it was but one syllable, covered two octaves,… — Gary L. Blackwood Copy Share Image
But Sam turned to Bywater, and so came back up the Hill, as day was ending once more. And he went on,… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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