Sam: "Let him go you filth!!"
Shelob: "Ha! Art thou bedlam? Be prepared to be folded up in Shelob's fatal web! Hence! I am qualmish at the sight of lightbulbs!"
Sam and Shelob fight. After Sam sticks Shelob she retreats.
Sam: "Oh, here's a groat to heal your belly!"
Shelob: (Running away.) "Not for Cadwallader and all his goats!"
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Fenris Wolf: WW LXXX.
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