No, none at all. You see me here, an admitted failure in the object to which I have devoted two years of my life. The air was sharp and bracing, and the leaves which had taken their autumnal tints were falling from the trees. While this was going on, Jack suddenly made a movement which attracted the turnkey's attention; and during that interval the old man slipped some articles wrapped in a handkerchief into Bess's hands, who instantly secreted them in her bosom. What Miss Miniver would have called the Higher Truth supervenes. Now, for the cage, my pretty canary-bird.
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