CH 07.008 p ‘It bites,’ said … it!’

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07.004 One night as … turn.

07.005 Next day he … moorlands.

07.006 Soon after, it … leaves.

07.007 Suddenly a watchman … it?’

07.008 ‘It bites,’ said … it!’

07.009 ‘It deserves no … stones.’

07.010 ‘Nay,’ said Túrin, … speak.’

07.011 So it was … would.’

07.012 Then Túrin pitied … ransom?’