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The coach stopped. From a roadside cottage-porch,
Wreathed with convolvulus, out flew a form
Familiar. “Welcome!” Minta Summerfield
Called, with a clap of hands. “Come in! come in!
You are not used to rough-and-tumble roads.
Poor wayfarers! I hope your bones are sound!”