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aked, lying as if in a swoon on a heap of filthy rags: his arm was flung up, shielding his head, and across his side there ran an ugly whip-weal.'Frodo! Mr. Frodo,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], my dear!' cried Sam, tears almost blinding him. 'It's Sam,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], I've come!' He half lifted his master and hugged him to his breast. Frodo opened his eyes.'Am I still dreaming?' he muttered. 'But the other dreams were horrible.''You're not dreaming at all, Master,' said Sam. 'It's real. It's me. I've come.''I can hardly believe it,' said Frodo, clutching him. 'There was an orc with a whip, and then it turns into Sam! Then I wasn't dreaming after all when I heard that singing down below,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and I tried to answer? Was it you?''It was indeed, Mr. Frodo. I'd given up hope, almost. I couldn't find you.Well, you have now, Sam, dear Sam, said Frodo,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and he la back in Sam's gentle arms, closing his eyes, like a child at rest when night-fears are driven away by some loved voice or hand.Sam felt that he could sit like that in endless happiness; but it was not allowed. It was not enough for him to find his master, he had still to try and save him. He kissed Frodo's forehead. 'Come! Wake up Mr. Frodo!' he said, trying to sound as cheerful as he had when he drew back the curtains at Bag End on a summer's morning.Frodo sighed and sat up. 'Where are we? How did I get here?' he asked.'There's no time for tales till we get somewhere else, Mr. Frodo,' said Sam. 'But you're in the top of that tower you and me saw from away down by the tunnel
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