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Charlotte and Wilbur were alone. The families had gone to look for Fern. Templeton was asleep. Wilbur lay resting after the excitement and strain of the ceremony. His medal still hung from his neck; by looking out of the corner of his eye he could see it.'

Charlotte,' said Wilbur after a while, 'why are you so quiet?' 'I like to sit still,' she said.

'I’ve always been rather quiet.' 'Yes, but you seem specially so today. Do you feel all right?'

'A little tired, perhaps. But I feel peaceful.

Your success in the ring this morning was, to a small degree, my success. Your future is assured. You will live, secure and safe, Wilbur. Nothing can harm you now. These autumn days will shorten and grow cold.

The leaves will shake loose from the trees and fall. Christmas will come, then the snows of winter.

You will live to enjoy the beauty of the frozen world, for you mean a great deal to Zuckerman and he will not harm you, ever. Winter will pass, the days will lengthen, the ice will melt in the pasture pond. Then song sparrow will return and sing, the frogs will awake, the warm wind will blow again. All these sights and sounds and smells will be yours to enjoy, Wilbur—this lovely world, these precious days.' Charlotte stopped. Muscle growth flash game.

A moment later a tear came to Wilbur’s eye. 'Oh, Charlotte,' he said. 'To think that when I first met you I thought you were cruel and bloodthirsty!' When he recovered from his emotion, he spoke again.'

Why did you do all this for me?' 'I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.' '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.'

'Well,' said Wilbur. 'I’m no good at making speeches. I haven’t got your gift for words. But you have saved me, Charlotte, and I would gladly give my life for you—I really would.' 'I’m sure you would. And I thank you for your generous sentiments.' 'Charlotte,' said Wilbur.

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'We’re all going home today. The Fair is almost over.

Won’t it be wonderful to be back home in the barn cellar again with the sheep and the geese? Aren’t you anxious to get home?' For a moment Charlotte said nothing. Then she spoke in a voice so low Wilbur could hardly hear the words.' I will not be going back to the barn,' she said.Wilbur leapt to his feet.

'Not going back?' 'Charlotte, what are you talking about? These last few days I have been thinking and thinking of the Nordland summer, with its endless day. Sitting here thinking of that, and of a hut I lived in, and of the woods behind the hut. And writing things down, by way of passing the time; to amuse myself, no more.

The time goes very slowly; I cannot get it to pass as quickly as I would, though I have nothing to sorrow for, and live as pleasantly as could be. I am well content withal, and my thirty years are no age to speak of.A few days back someone sent me two feathers.

Two bird’s feathers in a sheet of note-paper with a coronet, and fastened with a seal. Sent from a place a long way off; from one who need not have sent them back at all. That amused me too, those devilish green feathers.Two years ago, I remember, the time passed quickly — beyond all comparison more quickly than time now. A summer was gone before I knew.

Two years ago it was, in 1855. I will write of it just to amuse myself — of something that happened to me, or something I dreamed. Now, I have forgotten many things belonging to that time, by having scarcely thought of them since.