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Underneath her rather bold and cruel exterior, she had a kind heart, and she was to prove loyal and true to the very end.
If I can fool a bug,” thought Charlotte, “I can surely fool a man. People are not as smart as bugs.”
Perhaps if people talked less, animals would talk more. People are incessant talkers—I can give you my word on that.”
“You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing. I wove my webs for you because I liked you. After all, what’s a life, anyway? We’re born, we live a little while, we die. A spider’s life can’t help being something of a mess, with all this trapping and eating flies. By helping you, perhaps I was trying to lift up my life a trifle. Heaven knows anyone’s life can stand a little of that.”
Nobody, of the hundreds of people that had visited the Fair, knew that a grey spider had played the most important part of all. No one was with her when she died.
