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swift as an arrow from the bow. With a 

 dagger- thrust in the neck, she stabs the jugular 

 of the Locust, Dragon-iiy or other prey whereof 

 I am the purveyor ; and she as quickly scales 

 the donjon and retires with her capture. The 

 performance is a wonderful exhibition of skill 

 and speed. 



Very seldom is a quarry missed, provided 

 that it pass at a convenient distance, within 

 the range of the huntress' bound. But, if the 

 prey be at some distance, for instance on the 

 wire of the cage, the Lycosa takes no notice 

 of it. Scorning to go in pursuit, she allows it 

 to roam at will. She never strikes except when 

 sure of her stroke. She achieves this by means 

 of her tower. Hiding behind the wall, she sees 

 the stranger advancing, keeps her eyes on him 

 and suddenly pounces when he comes within 

 reach. These abrupt tactics make the thing 

 a certainty. Though he were winged and swift 

 of flight, the unwary one who approaches the 

 ambush is lost. 



This presumes, it is true, an exemplary 

 patience on the Lycosa's part ; for the burrow 

 has naught that can serve to entice victims. 



