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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1173, "chunk_number": 1, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "brother Jomer, or better  like  Thjoden the king, for he  died  and has both \nhonour and peace.' \n     'It  is too late, lady,  to follow the Captains, even  if you  had  the \nstrength,'  said Faramir.  'But death  in battle  may  come  to  us all yet, \nwilling  or unwilling. You will be  better prepared to  face it in your  own \nmanner, if while there is still time you do as the Healer commanded. You and \nI, we must endure with patience the hours of waiting.' \n     She  did not answer, but  as  he looked  at her it  seemed to  him that \nsomething  in her  softened, as though  a bitter frost  were yielding at the \nfirst faint presage of Spring. A  tear sprang in her  eye  and fell down her  \ncheek, like  a  glistening rain-drop.  Her proud head drooped a little. Then \nquietly, more as if speaking  to herself than to him: 'But the healers would \nhave me lie abed seven days yet,'  she said. 'And  my  window does not  look \neastward.' Her voice was now that of a maiden young and sad."}


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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1193, "chunk_number": 1, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "also of better folk. And not many  will remember us, for not many escaped us \nalive, and the River had most of those. But it was well for you, for if they \nhad  not met us,  then the king of the grassland would not have  ridden far, \nand if he had there would have been no home to return to.' \n     'We know it  well,' said Aragorn, 'and never  shall it be forgotten  in \nMinas Tirith or in Edoras.' \n     'Never is too long a word even for me,' said Treebeard. 'Not while your \nkingdoms last, you mean; but they will have to last long indeed to seem long  \nto Ents.' \n     'The New Age begins,' said Gandalf, 'and in this age it may  well prove \nthat the  kingdoms of Men shall outlast you, Fangor n my friend. But now come \ntell me: what of the task that I set you? How is Saruman? Is he not weary of \nOrthanc yet? For I do  not suppose that he will think you  have improved the \nview from his windows.' \n     Treebeard gave Gandalf a long look, a most cunning look, Merry thought."}


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{"document_uuid": "83285b2c-7e99-48ca-b113-2283b29b4818", "page_number": 1221, "chunk_number": 2, "type": "text", "chroma:document": "Lane! He  always was a  stout fellow. And he has a lot of lads that were all \nfriends of mine.' \n     'No!'  said Merry.  'It's  no good \"getting under cover\".  That is just  \nwhat people have been  doing, and just what these  ruffians like.  They will \nsimply come  down on us in force, corner us, and  then drive us out, or burn \nus in. No, we have got to do something at once.' \n     'Do what?' said Pippin. \n     'Raise the Shire!' said Merry. 'Now! Wake all our people! They hate all \nthis, you can  see: all of them except perhaps one or two rascals, and a few \nfools that want to be important, but  don't at all understand what is really \ngoing  on. But Shire-folk have  been  so comfortable so long they don't know \nwhat to  do. They just want  a match, though, and they'll go up in fire. The \nChief's Men must know that. They'll try to stamp on us and put us out quick. \nWe've only got a very short time."}


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