She tried to go about the house, but the excitement of the previous night, added to all she had suffered beside, had given her a headache, blinding and paralyzing, that sent her back to bed.
[Illustration: "NOW I HATE YOU!"] And there she lay in that half-asleep, half-awake mood, which a nervous headache produces.

She seemed to be a fly in a web, and the spider was trying to fasten her.

A very polite spider, with that smile which went half-way up his face but which never seemed able to reach his eyes.

He had straps to his pantaloons, and a reddish mustache, and she shuddered as he wound his fine webs about her.

She tried to shake off the illusion.