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English[en]
‘Foiled again!’ he said to his wife. ‘And after waiting sixty years. Spoons? Fiddlesticks!’ He snapped his fingers under Frodo’s nose and slumped off. But Lobelia was not so easily got rid of. A little later Frodo came out of the study to see how things were going on and found her still about the place, investigating nooks and comers and tapping the floors. He escorted her firmly off the premises, after he had relieved her of several small (but rather valuable) articles that had somehow fallen inside her umbrella. Her face looked as if she was in the throes of thinking out a really crushing parting remark; but all she found to say, turning round on the step, was:
Cornish[kw]
‘Fethys arta!’ ev a leveris dh’y wreg. ‘Ha wosa gortos tri ugens blydhen. Loyow? Fi!’ Ev a stankyas dhe-ves. Mes ny veu removys Lobelia mar es hag Otho. Nebes diwettha, Frodo a dheuth yn-mes a’n studhva rag gweles fatell vo hwarvosow hag ev a’s kavas a-dro dhe’n le hwath, ow hwithra yn kornellow hag ow ponkya orth an leur. Ev a’s gorras yn-mes an chi, wosa removya diworti nebes taklenn vyghan (mes re dalvosek) a wrug koedha a-ji dh’y glawlenn. Yth esa golok dh’y fas haval orth hi dhe dybi a-dro dhe lavar pur drenk; mes war gradh daras a-rag, ny wrug hi leverel marnas: