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What do you mean by it? said the Great Goblin turning to Thorin.
Up to no good, Ill warrant! Spying on the private business of my
people, I guess! Thieves, I shouldnt be surprised to learn! Murderers
and friends of Elves, not unlikely! Come! What have you got to say?
Thorin the dwarf at your service! he replied-it was merely a polite
nothing. Of the things which you suspect and imagine we had no idea at
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