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Knowing
that
Mrs. Mallard
was afflicted with
a
heart
trouble,
great
care wa
s taken
to
break
to
her as gently
as possible the news of her husband's
death.
It was her
sister
Josephine
who
told
her,
in broken
sentences;
veiled
hints
th
at revealed
in
half
concealing.
Her
husband's
friend
Richards was
there,
too,
ne
ar her. It was he who had been
in the
newspaper
office
when intelligence
of
t
he railroad
disaster
was received,
with Brently Mallard's name leading the
list
of
"killed."
He had
only taken the
time to
assure
himself
of
its
truth
by
a
second
telegram,
and
had
hastened
to
forestall
any
less careful,
less
tender friend in
bearing
the
sad
message.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a par alyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild a bandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow her.
There
stood, facing the
open
window,
a comfortable,
roomy armchair. Into thi
s she sank,
pressed
down
by a
physical
exhaustion that
haunted her body and
seemed
to
reach into
her
soul.
She could see in the
open square before
her house the tops of
trees
that
we
re all aquiver
with
the
new spring
life. The
delicious breath
of rain
was
in the
air. In the street below a peddler
was crying his wares. The notes
of
a
distant
song which some one was singing
reached
her
faintly,
and
countless
sparrows
were twittering
in
the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky
showing
here
and
there
through
the
clouds
t
hat had met
and
piled
one above
the other
in the west facing her
window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite moti onless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young,
with
a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke
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