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           Thorinatlengthbrokethesilence,andhisvoicewasthickwithwrath."Thatstonewasmyfather’s,andismine,"hesaid."WhyshouldIpurchasemyown?"Butwonderovercamehimandheadded:"Buthowcameyoubytheheirloomofmyhouse-ifthereisneedtoasksuchaquestionofthieves?""Wearenotthieves,"Bardanswered."Yourownwewillgivebackinreturnforourown."

           ’Howcameyoubyit?"shoutedThoriningatheringrage."Igaveitthem!"squeakedBilbo,whowaspeepingoverthewall,bynow,inadreadfulfright.

           "You!You!"criedThorin,turninguponhimandgraspinghimwithbothhands."Youmiserablehobbit!Youundersized-burglar!"heshoutedatalossforwords,andheshookpoorBilbolikearabbit.

           "BythebeardofDurin!IwishIhadGandalfhere!Cursehimforhischoiceofyou!Mayhisbeardwither!AsforyouIwillthrowyoutotherocks!"hecriedandliftedBilboinhisarms.

           "Stay!Yourwishisgranted!"saidavoice.Theoldmanwiththecasketthrewasidehishoodandcloak."HereisGandalf!Andnonetoosoonitseems.Ifyoudon’tlikemyBurglar,pleasedon’tdamagehim.Puthimdown,andlistenfirsttowhathehastosay!"

           "Youallseeminleague!"saidThorindroppingBilboonthetopofthewall."NeveragainwillIhavedealingswithanywizardorhisfriends.Whathaveyoutosay,youdescendantofrats?"

           "Dearme!Dearme!"saidBilbo."Iamsurethisisallveryuncomfortable.