The bloom has gone, and with the bloom go I,

and early in the morning, with all my belongings on my back, I stole softly forth, glancing apprehensively in the direction of the kennel, and out on to the windy road.  It was painful to me to have to decamp in this way; it made me think meanly of myself; but if Jack could read this and could speak his mind I think he would acknowledge that my way of bringing the connection to an end was best for both of us.  I was not the person, or dog on two legs, he had taken me for, one with a proper desire to kill things:  I only acted according to my poor lights.  Nothing, then, remains to be said except that one word which it was not convenient to speak on the windy morning of my departure—­Good-bye Jack.