Arnaux 
ing some slight attention to the charmer, and, 
yes, he surely saw her preparing a nest. Then 
assuming that they had reached a full under- 
standing, the jailer, for the first time, opened 
the outlet, and Arnaux was free. Did he hang 
around in doubt? Did he hesitate? No, not 
for one moment. As soon as the drop of the 
door left open the way, he shot through, he 
spread those wonderful blazoned wings, and, 
with no second thought for the latest Circe, 
sprang from the hated prison loft—away and 
away. 
Vv 
We have no means of looking into the Pig- 
eon’s mind; we may go wrong in conjuring up 
for it deep thoughts of love and welcome home ; 
but we are safe in this, we cannot too strongly 
paint, we cannot too highly praise and glorify 
that wonderful God-implanted, mankind-fos- 
tered home-love that glows unquenchably in 
this noble bird. Call it what you like, a mere 
instinct deliberately constructed by man for his 
selfish ends, explain it away if you will, dissect 
it, misname it, and it still is there, in over- 
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