The model so long sought in vain he had found in Ledscha, who in so many respects resembled Arachne.
In all Lydia there was none who could weave as wove the beautiful Arachne.
And Arachne, shamed to the dust, knew that life for her was no longer worth possessing.
Arachne, humiliated by the blow, and unable to avenge it, hanged herself in despair.
Arachne proudly said that she had never been taught to weave.
The weaving of Arachne's web is pictured with especial power.
But Arachne still thought she could excel the goddess in weaving, and, as Minerva said no more, the contest began.
His aim was now to awaken the same feeling in the beholders of his Arachne.
Furiously, too, with her shuttle of boxwood she smote Arachne.
The success of the Arachne depended upon Ledscha, and on her alone.