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Frodo drew the ring
out of his pocket again and looked at it. It now appeared plain and
smooth, without mark or device that he could see. The gold looked very
fair and pure, and Frodo thought how rich and beautiful was its colour,
how perfect was its roundness. It was an admirable thing and altogether
precious. When he took it out he had intended to fling it from him into
the very hottest part of the fire. But he found now that he could not
do so, not without a great struggle. He weighed the Ring in his hand,
hesitating, and forcing himself to remember all that Gandalf
had told him; and then with an effort of will he made a movement, as
if to cast it away--but he found that he had put it back in his pocket.
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