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English[en]
‘Well, Mr. Frodo,’ Maggot went on, ‘I’m glad that you’ve had the sense to come back to Buckland. My advice is: stay there! And don’t get mixed up with these outlandish folk. You’ll have friends in these parts. If any of these black fellows come after you again, I’ll deal with them. I’ll say you’re dead, or have left the Shire, or anything you like. And that might be true enough; for as like as not it is old Mr. Bilbo they want news of.’
Cornish[kw]
‘Wel, Mr. Frodo,’ Magott a besyas, ‘da yw genev bos furder lowr dhis dhe dhehweles dhe Bukland. Ow husul yw: gwith ena! Ha na omgemmysk gans an tus estrenyek ma. Y fydh kowetha dhis y’n ranndiryow ma. Mar helghhyo neb a’n varghogyon dhu ma war dha lergh arta, my a vydh dyghtya orta. My a vynn leverel ty dhe vos marow, po gasa an Shayr, po neppyth yw da genes: Ha henn a vo gwir lowr: gwirhaval yw i dhe hwilas nowodhow a-dro dhe Vr. Bylbo.’