Lorenzo Lotto Christ And The Adulteress painting

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stone had been hewn, but now they were cracked and worn, and split by the roots of trees. For some while he the stone and cupped his chin in his hands, staring eastwards but seeing little with his eyes. All that had happened since Bilbo left the Shire was passing through his mind, and he recalled and pondered everything that he could remember of Gandalf's words. Time went on, and still he was no nearer to a choice.Suddenly he awoke from his thoughts: a strange feeling came to him that something was behind him, that unfriendly eyes were climbed, not caring which way he went, until he came to a grassy place. Rowan-trees grew about it, and in the midst was a wide flat stone. The little upland lawn was open upon the East and was filled now with the early sunlight. Frodo halted and looked out over the River, far below him, to Tol Brandir and the birds wheeling in the great gulf of air between him and the untrodden isle. The voice of Rauros was a mighty roaring mingled with a deep throbbing boom.He sat down upon upon him. He sprang up and turned; but all that he saw to his surprise was Boromir, and his face was smiling and kind.