"Bah!" She scoffed, tapping the ground with her stick, and I wearily kept an eye on it to avoid being smacked – my father had told me stories about his youth, and I was not impressed – "you know exactly what I mean, young man! Now, was it the wardrobe? Or did you get in some other way? A tunnel, perhaps? …What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
One Ring to troll them all
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