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"Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death."
American short-story writer Kate Chopin's tale "The Story of an Hour" was first published in Vogue in 1894 and has endured to become one of her most beloved works. Upon learning of her husband's death, Louise Mallard considers how this fateful event will change her life, meditating on the ideas of loss, freedom, and the bounds of marriage. "The Story of an Hour" was brought to life by Tina Rathbone as a part of the PBS anthology series American Playhouse.
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32 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 6, 1894
“It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thoughts. 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.”
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky. It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent thought.Louise begins to realize that now she can live for herself, not bending to someone else who, even if lovingly, was imposing his will on her. It's a freedom that she never thought she would have. Louise runs the gamut of emotions in just a single hour of her life.
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.
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.

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❛❛ there would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself. there would be no powerful will bending hers in that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. 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 had loved him—sometimes. often she had not. what did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!
“free! Body and soul free!” she kept whispering. ❜❜