The story of an hour

The story of an hour

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  • Setting and Characters
  • Sister, i have bad news for you...Brentley died in a rairoad disaster. I'm sorry
  • I'm sorry
  • Problem
  • I want to be alone!
  • Rising Action
  • Now i can live for myself. FREE! BOSY AMD SOUL FREE!
  • aled in half con Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richard was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when inteligencia road disaster was rreceived, with berntly mallard's name eading the oist of 'killed'
  • Climax
  • 'Louise open the door! Open the door--you wil make yourself ill'
  • She wpt at one ,with sudden, with abandonment, in her sister's arms. Whn the stir if grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She woud have no one follow her.
  • Resolution
  • Are you alright?
  • She sat with her head throw back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless, except when a sob  came up into her throat and shook her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sog in its dreams. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. She don't, but a thought came to his mind. Free! Body and soul free!
  • End
  • What is going on here?
  • Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, imploring for admissiom, "Louise, open the door! I beg you, open the door---you will make yourself ill. What are you doing Louise? For heaven's sake open the door!"
  • She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eye, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs.
  • Yes Josephine. I am more than alright!
  • some one was opening the front door. It was Berntly Mallard who entered, a little trave-stained, composendly carring his grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scen of the accident. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richard's quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife, She had died of heart disease-of the joy that kills.
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