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           Ofthevariousburglariousproceedingshehadheardofpickingthetrolls’pocketsseemedtheleastdifficult,soatlasthecreptbehindatreejustbehindWilliam.

           BertandTomwentofftothebarrel.Williamwashavinganotherdrink.ThenBilbopluckedupcourageandputhislittlehandinWilliam’senormouspocket.Therewasapurseinit,asbigasabagtoBilbo."Ha!"thoughthewarmingtohisnewworkashelifteditcarefullyout,"thisisabeginning!"Itwas!Trolls’pursesarethemischief,andthiswasnoexception."’Ere,’ooareyou?"itsqueaked,asitleftthepocket;andWilliamturnedroundatonceandgrabbedBilbobytheneck,beforehecouldduckbehindthetree.

           "Blimey,Bert,lookwhatI’vecopped!"saidWilliam.

           "Whatisit?"saidtheotherscomingup.

           "Lumme,ifIknows!Whatareyer?"

           "BilboBaggins,abur-ahobbit,"saidpoorBilbo,shakingallover,andwonderinghowtomakeowl-noisesbeforetheythrottledhim."Aburrahobbit?"saidtheyabitstartled.Trollsareslowintheuptake,andmightysuspiciousaboutanythingnewtothem.

           "What’saburrahobbitgottodowithmypocket,anyways?"saidWilliam.

           "Andcanyercook’em?"saidTom.

           "Yercantry,"saidBert,pickingupaskewer.

           "Hewouldn’tmakeaboveamouthful,"saidWilliam,whohadalreadyhadafinesupper,"notwhenhewasskinnedandboned."