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On the Doorstep

           Thereonthegreystoneinthegrasswasanenormousthrush,nearlycoalblack,itspaleyellowbreastfreckleddarkspots.Crack!Ithadcaughtasnailandwasknockingitonthestone.Crack!Crack!

           SuddenlyBilbounderstood.Forgettingalldangerhestoodontheledgeandhailedthedwarves,shoutingandpaying.Thosethatwerenearestcametumblingovertherocksandasfastastheycouldalongtheledgetohim,wonderingwhatonearthwasthematter;theothersshoutedtobehauleduptheropes(exceptBombur,ofcourse:hewasasleep).

           QuicklyBilboexplained.Theyallfellsilent:thehobbitstandingbythegreystone,andthedwarveswithwaggingbeardswatchingimpatiently.Thesunsanklowerandlower,andtheirhopesfell.Itsankintoabeltofreddenedcloudanddisappeared.Thedwarvesgroaned,butstillBilbostoodalmostwithoutmoving.Thelittlemoonwasdippingtothehorizon.Eveningwascomingon.Thensuddenlywhentheirhopewaslowestaredrayofthesunescapedlikeafingerthrougharentinthecloud.Agleamoflightcamestraightthroughtheopeningintothebayandfellonthesmoothrock-face.Theoldthrush,whohadbeenwatchingfromahighperchwithbeadyeyesandheadcockedononeside,gaveasuddentrill.Therewasaloudattack.Aflakeofrocksplitfromthewallandfell.Aholeappearedsuddenlyaboutthreefeetfromtheground.Quickly,tremblinglestthechanceshouldfade,thedwarvesrushedtotherockandpushed-invain.

           "Thekey!Thekey!"criedBilbo."WhereisThorin?"

           Thorinhurriedup.

           "Thekey!"shoutedBilbo

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