READING PASSAGE 5 THE STORY OF AN HOUR Kate Chopin (1894) 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. It was her sister 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 intelligence of the 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 paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, 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 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 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 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. 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. Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will-as powerless as her two slender white hands would have been. When she abandoned herself, a little whispered word escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath: "free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body. She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the suggestion as trivial. 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. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. 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. Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg; open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For heaven's sake open the door." "Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window. Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her. Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long. She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom. Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his gripsack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident and did not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's piercing cry; at Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife. When the doctors came, they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills. Vocabulary Development Directions. Read each question carefully and choose the best answer based on the context of “The Story of an Hour”. 1. What does the word "aquiver" suggest about Mrs. Mallard's state of mind? a) calm b) trembling c) determined 2. How does Mrs. Mallard view the "elusive" feeling of freedom? a) attainable b) fleeting c) permanent 3. What do the "importunities" from Mrs. Mallard's sister represent? a) comfort b) pressure c) empathy 4. The word “repression” (paragraph 8 ) suggests that Mrs. Mallard was a woman of A. Carefree living B. Strong Emotional Character C. Sensitivity 5. What is the context and sentiment attached to the line: “There would be no one to live for her during those coming years: she would live for herself.” A. Mallard has been darkly brooding on her new solitude B. Mallard has just discovered the distress of her new solitude C. Mallard has now accepted the joy of her new status D. Mallard has ceased feeling happy about her new status Reading Comprehension Directions: Read each question carefully and choose the best answer based on the text “The Story of an Hour”. 1. What did Mrs. mallard believe happened to Mr. Mallard? A. He fell off a ladder at work and died. B. He left her for another woman C. He died on a train accident D. He left her to get a divorce 2. How did Mrs. Mallard respond to the news of her husband at first? A. She locked herself in her room. B. She laughed. C. She just stared. D. She cried. 3. A. B. C. D. What problem did Mrs. Mallard have? Blindness A broken bone Stomach trouble Heart trouble 4. The author portrays the story expects the reader to reflect on the experiences of Louise Mallard in “The Story of An Hour” with A. ridicule B. Understanding C. Admiration D. Ironic detachment 5. Why do you think the writer did not mention the first name of Mrs. Mallard? A. The author thinks that the first name of the protagonist was not important. B. The author wants to show that Mrs. Mallard’s identity was denied for a long time. C. The author does not want to recognize the first name of Mrs. Mallard. 6. Mrs. Mallard’s cause of death is described as “a joy that kills”. Chopin uses this as final evidence to show that A. Women were given explicit social rules, and were expected to follow all of them or suffer a tarnished reputation B. All wives were devoted and affectionate towards their husbands C. The pressure of society was so heavy that people were blind to the possibility that conformity could be resisted 7. In paragraph 14, Louise Mallard approaches an awakening subsequent to hearing of the news of her husband’s death. In this passage which of the following is the most prominent reoccurring theme? A. hopefulness B. freedom C. acceptance 8) What does Louise consider a small price to pay for her newfound freedom and independence? A. Feeling grief at her husband's death B. Having to find a new home C. Losing her social status 9. "When the doctors came, they said she had died of heart disease- of joy that kills." What is the figure of speech or literary device used in the last sentence of the story? A. Hyperbole B. Foreshadowing C. Irony 10. How would you evaluate the story in a moralistic aspect? A. Each individual has the right to choose what he/she wants to do and there should be no limitation as to what he/she can do. B. Every person should feel free despite of the challenges encountered in life. C. No one has the right to be deprived of the freedom that one wishes to have.
