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at the nearer edge even in the spring. There far away was the Lonely
Mountain on the edge of eyesight. On its highest peak snow yet unmelted
was gleaming pale. So comes snow after fire, and even dragons have
their ending! said Bilbo, and he turned his back on his adventure. The
Tookish part was getting very tired, and the Baggins was daily getting
stronger. I wish now only to be in my own arm-chair! he said.
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