I shall see no more to-day.

Next morning, I find the Spider carrying the bag of eggs slung from her stern.
Henceforth, until the hatching, she does not leave go of the precious burden, which, fastened to the spinnerets by a short ligament, drags and bumps along the ground.

With this load banging against her heels, she goes about her business; she walks or rests, she seeks her prey, attacks it and devours it.

Should some accident cause the wallet to drop off, it is soon replaced.

The spinnerets touch it somewhere, anywhere, and that is enough: adhesion is at once restored.
When the work is done, some of them emancipate themselves, think they will have a look at the country before retiring for good and all.