In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. Were all aquiver with the new spring life. She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that This she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Had spent itself she went away to her room alone. Sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. Paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a To forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message. To assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time When intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently It was he who had been in the newspaper office It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences veiled Was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care "The Story of an Hour" "The Story of An Hour" Kate Chopin (1894)
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