"I pull the wheezy bell of their shuttered cottage: and wait.
They take me for a dun, peer out from a coign of vantage.
- It's Stephen, sir.
- Let him in. Let Stephen in.
A bolt drawn back and Walter welcomes me.
- We thought you were someone else." (U3.70)
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