To-night I am going to creep up to her on my hands and knees, and slit her throat for her. Yes, her blood shall flow to-night; that nice red blood of hers shall soon be streaming down her breast.
Three men keep following me about everywhere. Some day they mean to catch me alone in some dark, lonely spot, and murder me. At this very moment they are waiting for me outside.
What sort of a creature is it keeps walking about over the walls and ceiling?
O my God! They have come in! They are after me!
Who are?
Those three men! I cannot move hand or foot! Whatever shall I do? Whatever shall I do?
See! My clothes are slipping off me! Soon I shall be turned inside out—and a fine sight I shall look then!
Help, some one! Help! A monster is after me! It is seizing me by the hand! Help! Help!
What is it? God be with us! 'Tis a! monstrous spider! Help! Help!
[For a few moments some of the drunkards continue reiterating these cries for help.]