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forwards from trunk to trunk. Out came his little sword. He slashed the
threads to pieces and went off singing.
The spiders saw the sword, though I dont suppose they knew what it
was, and at once the whole lot of them came hurrying after the hobbit
along the ground and the branches, hairy legs waving, nippers and
spinners snapping, eyes popping, full of froth and rage. They followed
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