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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 husbands death It was her sister Josephine who told her in broken sentences veiled hints that revealed in half concealing Her husbands friend Richards was there too near her It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received with Brently Mallards 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 paralyzed inability to accept its significance She wept at once with sudden wild abandonment in her sisters 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 this 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 were 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 that 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 motionless except when a sob came up into her throat and shook her as
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