Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with heart trouble, so great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death. Her husband’s friend Richard was there who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard ‘s name leading the list of ‘killed.’She Wept at once, in her sister’s arms She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life. She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, motionless, except when a sob came up and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its a dream. Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips, She said it over and over under her breath, Free, free, free. The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. Now she lives for herself. A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. And yet she loved him -What did it matter. What could love, the mystery Free Body and soul free ‘she kept whispering .”Louse, open the door I beg, please open the door -you will make yourself ill For heaven’s sake, open the door .”Go away; I am not making myself ill; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. She arose and opened the door to her sister’s importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself like a goddess of victory. She clasped her sister’s waist, and together they descended the stairs Richard was waiting for them. Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. Brently Mallard who entered carrying his grip-sack umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident He stood amazed at Josephine’s piercing cry, at Richard’s quick motion to screen him from the view of his life. And when the doctor came, they said she had died of heart disease -of joy that kills.
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