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familiar. There was trouble away in the South, and it seemed that the Men who had come up the Greenway were on the move, looking for lands where they could find some peace. The Bree-folk were sympathetic, but plainly not very ready to take a large number of strangers into their little land. One of the travellersmention Butterbur). Some of the hobbits had similar names. The Mugworts, for instance, seemed numerous. But most of them had natural names, such as Banks, Brockhouse, Longholes, Sandheaver, and Tunnelly, many of which were used in the Shire. There were several Underhills from Saddle, and as they could not imagine sharing a name without being related, they took Frodo to their hearts as a longspread with a white cloth, and on it was a large hand-bell. But Nob, the hobbit servant, came bustling in long before they thought of ringing. He brought candles and a tray full of plates.'Will you be wanting anything to drink, masters?' he asked. 'And shall I show you the bedrooms, while your supper is got readysay?' said Mr. Butterbur, tapping his forehead. 'One thing drives out another, so to speak. I'm that busy tonight, my head is going round. There's a party that came up the Greenway from down South last night - and that was strange enough to begin with. Then there's a travelling company of dwarves going

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'You don't say, Mr. Mugwort!' said the landlord, looking puzzled.'Yes I do!' replied Mugwort. 'And I mean what I say, what's more.'‘There's some mistake somewhere,' said Butterbur, shaking his head. There was too much of that Mr. Underhill to go vanishing into thin air; or into thick air, as is more likely in this room.''Well, where is he now?' cried several voices.'How should I know? He's welcome to go where he will, so long as he pays in the morning. There's Mr. Took, now: he's not vanished.''Well, I saw what I saw, and I saw what I didn't,' said had crawled away quickly under the tables after he had fallen. Most of the Hobbits and the Men of Bree went off then and there in a huff, having no fancy for further entertainment that evening. One or two gave Frodo a black look and departed muttering among themselves. The Dwarves and the two or three strange Men that still remained Mugwort obstinately.'And I say there's some mistake,' repeated Butterbur, picking up the tray and gathering up the broken crockery.'Of course there's a mistake!' said Frodo. 'I haven't vanished. Here I am! I've just been having a few words with Strider in the comer.'He came forward into the firelight; but most of the company backed away,, even more perturbed than before. They were not in the least satisfied by his explanation that he

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after three!' he said.
They rolled the Man slowly up the hill and bundled him into the Moon,While his horses galloped up in rear,And the cow came capering like a deer, and a dish ran up with the spoon.
Now quicker the fiddle went deedle-dum-diddle; the dog began to roar,The cow and the horses stood on their heads;The guests all bounded from their beds and danced upon the floor.
With a ping and a pong the fiddle-strings broke! the cow jumped over the Moon,Aod voice, and the song tickled their fancy. 'Where's old Barley?' they cried. 'He ought to hear this. Bob ought to learn his cat the fiddle, and then we'd have a dance.' They called for more ale, and began to shout: 'Let's have it again, master! Come on now! Once more!'They made Frodo have another drink, and then begin his song again, while many of them joined nd the little dog laughed to see such fun,And the Saturday dish went off at a run with the silver Sunday spoon.
The round Moon rolled behind the hill as the Sun raised up her head.She* hardly believed her fiery eyes;For though it was day, to her surprise they all went back to bed!There was loud and long applause. Frodo had a goin; for the tune was well known, and they were quick at picking up words. It was now Frodo's turn to

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about those funny people away beyond the River; but some (old Butterbur, for instance) knew a thing or two, and had probably heard rumours long ago about Bilbo's vanishing. It would bring the name of Baggins to their minds, especially if there had been inquiries in Bree after that name.Frodo fidgeted, wondering what to do. Pippin was evidently much enjoying the attention he was getting, and had become quite forgetful of their suddenly felt very foolish, and found himself (as was his habit when making a speech) fingering the things in his pocket. He felt the Ring on its chain, and quite unaccountably the desire came over him to slip it on and vanish out of the silly situation. It seemed to him, somehow, as if me suggestion came to him from outside, from someone or something a the room. He resisted the temptation firmly, and clasped the Ring in his hand, as if to keep a hold on it and prevent it from escaping or doing danger. Frodo had a sudden fear that in his present mood he might even mention the Ring; and that might well be disastrous.'You had better do something quick!' whispered Strider in his ear.Frodo jumped up and stood on a table, and began to talk. The attention of Pippin's audience was disturbed. Some of the hobbits looked at Frodo and laughed and clapped, thinking that Mr. Underhill had taken as much ale as was good for him.Frodo

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"Ah, Mafalda!" said Umbridge, looking at Hermione. "Travers sent you, did he?"

"Y-yes," squeaked Hermione.

　　　"God, you'll do perfectly well." Umbridge spoke to the wizard in black and gold. "That's that problem solved. Minister, if Mafalda can be spared for record-keeping we shall be able to start straightaway." She consulted her clipboard. "Ten people today and one of them the wife of a Ministry employee! Tut, tut… even here, in the heart of the Ministry!" She stepped into the lift besides Hermione, as did the two wizards who had been listening to Umbridge's conversation with the Minister. "We'll go straight down, Mafalda, you'll find everything you need in the courtroom. Good morning, Albert, aren't you getting out?"

"Yes, of course," said Harry in Runcorn's deep voice.

　　　Harry stepped grilles clanged shut behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Harry saw Hermione's

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Waiting for him when he returned from the graveyard: a copperand--brass lamp, his renewed inheritance. He went into Changez's study and closed the door. There were his old slippers by the bed: he had become, as he'd foretold, "a pair of emptied shoes". The bedclothes still bore the imprint of his father's body; the room was full of sickly perfume: sandalwood, camphor, cloves. He took the lamp from its shelf and sat at Changez's desk. Taking a handkerchief from his pocket, he rubbed briskly: once, twice, thrice.
The lights all went on at once.
Zeenat Vakil entered the room.
"O God, I'm sorry, maybe you wanted them off, but with the blinds closed it was just so sad." Waving her arms, speaking loudly in her beautiful croak of a voice, her hair woven, for once, into a waist-length ponytail, here she was

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into tree had become so intricate that it was impossible to differentiate between the two. Certain districts of the tree had become well-known lovers' nooks; others were chicken runs. Some of the poorer labourers had constructed rough-and-ready shelters in the angles of stout branches, and actually lived inside the dense ignored, like hopes long since shown to be false. It was a Muslim village, which was why the convert Osman had come here with his clown's outfit and his "boom-boom" bullock after he had embraced the foliage. There were branches that were used as pathways across the village, and children's swings made out of the old tree's beards, and in places where the tree stooped low down towards the earth its leaves formed roofs for many a hutment that seemed to hang from the greenery like the nest of a weaver bird. When the village panchayat assembled, it sat on the mightiest branch of all. The villagers had grown accustomed to referring to the tree by the name of the village, and to the village simply as "the tree". The banyan's non-human inhabitants -- honey ants, squirrels, owls -- were accorded the respect due to fellow-citizens. Only the butterflies were