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""The story of An hour ""

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Knowing that Mrs Mallard of affected with a heart trouble,great care was taken to her gently as possible the news of her husband dead.

It was her sister Josephine Who told her in broken Sentenes ,valied hints that reveled in half conceling. Her husband friends Rishwads was there to near her.It was he who had been in the news paperers office when inteleginess in rainroad disaster Was revealed,with Brent Mallards name leading the list of "killed",he had only taken the time asure himself to his truth by a second telegram and had hastend to forestall any careful,less tender friends in bearing the sad message.

She didn't hear the story as many women have heard the Same,with the paralized inability to except in significance. She wept at once with sudden wild abandonment.. With her sister arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone, she would have no one follow her. The stood facing the open window ,a comfortable to a Romy armchair,into this she snaks passed down by a physical exhautions that hunted her body and seemed to reach her soul.

She could seen in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquver with the new spring of life. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it ,farefuly what was it. She didn't know it was suitable and exclusive to name. But she felt it ,creeping out of sky ,creeping out of the sky reaching towards her though the sound ,the colour that field the air.

There would be no one to live for coming those during years ,she would live for herself. There would be no powerful with bending hers in that blind presence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will open a fellow creature.A kind intentions or a cruel intentions made the act less a simple crime as she locked apon in it that berief moment of illuations.

And yet she had loved him -some times open he had not.what did it matter??. What could loved. The unsolved mistry.,count for in the face of the profetions of self assertion which she suddenly recongized as the as the strongest inpulse of her being!

"Free body and sound fell"-she keep whispering.

Some one opening the front door with a latchkey .It was Brenthy Mallards Who entered,a little travell stained ,compossedly caring his grief sack and accident and did not even know there had been one.He stood amazed at Joesphein,s pircing cry at Richards quick motion toscreem him from the view of his wife.

When the doctors came they said she had died of hear disease -""Of the Joy that kills""

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