Kate Chopin The Story Of An Hour

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In “The Story of An Hour” written by Kate Chopin, a women, who is married is killed by something that bought her joy. The story starts off with a woman, Mrs. Mallard, being told that her husband was killed in an train accident by her sister Josephine and her husband’s friend Richard. Richard was the first to know of the accident because he was at the newspaper office when the news of the accident was first received. He checked a second time to make sure it was in fact Brently Mallard, Mrs. Mallard husband, before he hurried over to share the news with her. “She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance” (Chopin). As the story continues Mrs. Mallard goes into her room …show more content…

Mallard began to feel different. A feeling arose in her that at first she didn’t know what it was. “There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air” (Chopin). As she tried to fight it she couldn’t and the words “free” came from her lips. “There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself” (Chopin). Mrs. Mallard felt as if she was free to live her life again but at first she wasn’t too proud to admit it. “Her heart was beating fast but the blood pumping threw her body relaxed her.” There were no signs of trouble in the marriage between the husband and wife but somedays Mrs. Mallard didn’t love her husband. She felt as if nobody should be tied down or forced to be with somebody in a marriage. “The story gives evidence that Louise’s emotions are affected by the physical absence of her husband. After recognizing the joy, she feels upon learning of her husband’s supposed death, Louise reflects on her feelings: “She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead”

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