CH 15.007 p Then she shook wept.

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15.003 Thus going forward dark.
15.004 But indeed it trapped.
15.005 Now it chanced Finduilas.
15.006 But one of you?’
15.007 Then she shook wept.
15.008 ‘Do not be after.
15.009 In the morning fever.
15.010 Long she lay glades.
15.011 Then Brandir grew laugh.