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spoke, till she reached the outer edge. And 
this spiral line was sticky—so sticky that it 
would catch her if she wasn’t careful. 
Then, taking a line down as ‘ telephone-line,’ 
she spun herself a retreat on the wall, and 
waited for something to fly into her net. 
The web was complete. 
Three minutes later a passing cow had 
brushed it all away, and—the spider was 
curled up lifeless in the beak of a tom-tit. 
That’s Fate. 
