CH 12.040 p Now some of parted.

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12.036 ‘The snow lies you!’
12.037 Then Túrin bowed left.
12.038 ‘They have fired that?’
12.039 ‘They? No, lord: last.’
12.040 Now some of parted.
12.041 ‘Farewell now, Lord Farewell!’