And they that are within would fain go out.[176:2]
Contention betwixt a Wife, etc.
Footnotes
Our souls sit close and silently within,
And their own webs from their own entrails spin;
And when eyes meet far off, our sense is such
That, spider-like, we feel the tenderest touch.
Dryden: Mariage à la Mode, act ii. sc. 1.
The spider's touch—how exquisitely fine!—