“Free! Body and soul free!” Mrs. Mallard at the beginning of the story seemed to me as an old woman that as in the very first line, “afflicted with heart trouble.” She was described to be “a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke repression,” this also gave the impression that she was an older woman. However as reading on I discovered to she was quite a young woman. This came as a surprise, because she was not described very young. Mrs. Mallard is confronted with a horrible tragedy in the story. With very great care her sister Josephine broke this very horrible information of the tragedy to her. The news was of Mrs. Mallard husband, Brently Mallard, killed in an awful railroad accident. His name was leading the kill list in the newspaper office.
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Mallard was confronted with this news she did not hear the story as many women have heard the same. Mrs. Mallard was paralyzed with inability she had accepted it significance. She wept at once, feeling as if she had been abandoned by her husband. Once the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. Though, Mrs. Mallard did not want anyone to follow her. Mrs. Mallard wanted to be alone to think about the news herself. Well Mrs. Mallard stood facing the open window, the news started to haunt her body, she then began to reach into her soul. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. After a little bit of thinking she was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will. She felt powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. She then whispered words of escape, “free, free, free!” Mrs. Mallard did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. She began to see beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her. She opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. Neither her husband nor anyone else would live for her during the next coming years, she would live for herself. This was a little exiting for her. No longer would she have anyone controlling her. Though, Mrs. Mallard did love her husband sometimes. She often did not. It did not matter anymore as she was finally
Mallard was confronted with this news she did not hear the story as many women have heard the same. Mrs. Mallard was paralyzed with inability she had accepted it significance. She wept at once, feeling as if she had been abandoned by her husband. Once the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. Though, Mrs. Mallard did not want anyone to follow her. Mrs. Mallard wanted to be alone to think about the news herself. Well Mrs. Mallard stood facing the open window, the news started to haunt her body, she then began to reach into her soul. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. After a little bit of thinking she was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was striving to beat it back with her will. She felt powerless as her two white slender hands would have been. She then whispered words of escape, “free, free, free!” Mrs. Mallard did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous joy that held her. She began to see beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her. She opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome. Neither her husband nor anyone else would live for her during the next coming years, she would live for herself. This was a little exiting for her. No longer would she have anyone controlling her. Though, Mrs. Mallard did love her husband sometimes. She often did not. It did not matter anymore as she was finally