The Hobbit JR Tolkien - Mr Collins

“Curse it! curse it! curse it!” hissedGollum. “Curse the Baggins! It’s gone!What has it got in its pocketses? Oh weguess, we guess, my precious. He’s foundit, yes he must have. My birthdaypresent.”Bilbo pricked up his ears. He was atlast beginning to guess himself. He hurrieda little, getting as close as he dared behindGollum, who was still going quickly, notlooking back, but turning his head fromside to side, as Bilbo could see from thefaint glimmer on the walls.“My birthday-present! Curse it! Howdid we lose it, my precious? Yes, that’s it.When we came this way last, when wetwisted that nassty young squeaker. That’sit. Curse it! It slipped from us, after allthese ages and ages! It’s gone, gollum.”