[ Sam shakes his head slowly. he can hardly imagine how Boromir could offer insult, as he calls it, just by asking questions; but nevertheless he approves of the courtesy, as any hobbit would. ] Well, they're both well above my station, sir. Mr. Merry, now, he's to be the next Master of Buckland; and Mr. Pippin is the Thain's son, and likewise the next Thain himself.
[ a beat, and then he adds: ] Lestways he will be if we all come back in one piece and he grows himself some hobbit-sense, that is.
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[ Sam shakes his head slowly. he can hardly imagine how Boromir could offer insult, as he calls it, just by asking questions; but nevertheless he approves of the courtesy, as any hobbit would. ] Well, they're both well above my station, sir. Mr. Merry, now, he's to be the next Master of Buckland; and Mr. Pippin is the Thain's son, and likewise the next Thain himself.
[ a beat, and then he adds: ] Lestways he will be if we all come back in one piece and he grows himself some hobbit-sense, that is.