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Story of An Hour
By Kate Chopin
1894

Kate Chopin (1850-1904) was a renowned feminist author of the late 19th century. During this period, which
was also known as the Victorian Era (1837-1901), women had very little control over their own lives, and
many female thinkers like Chopin fought hard for social change. As you read, take notes on how different
characters react to the tragic news.

[1] 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 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
Mallard's name leading the list of “killed.” He had
only taken the time to assure himself of its truth
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by a second telegram, and had hastened to
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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
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away to her room alone. She would have no one licensed under CC BY-NC 2.0.
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.

[5] 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.

1. Hasten (verb): to hurry

2. to act in advance of someone to prevent them from doing something

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 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.

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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
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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.

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[10] 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 white slender hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word
escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under her 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.

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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
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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.

[15] Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhold, 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.

3. Repress (verb): to restrain or subdue (someone or something)

4. Elusive (adjective): difficult to find, catch, or achieve
5. Tumultuous (adjective): excited, confused, or disorderly
6. an old-fashioned usage of this word meaning “in a state of extreme happiness”
7. but, except

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 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.

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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.

Some one was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little
travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack 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.

[20] When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease — of the joy that kills.

“Story of An Hour” by Kate Chopin (1894) is in the public domain.

8. begging or pleas

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 Text-Dependent Questions
Directions: For the following questions, choose the best answer or respond in complete sentences.

1. PART A: Which of the following best describes a central theme of the text?
A. Men and women are equal but different.
B. Death that is unexpected and sudden is the worst kind of death, for it makes
one feel unbalanced.
C. Freedom comes from within, not from outside circumstance; a truly free person
does not have to rely on anything but their own imagination.
D. To escape from the pressure of marriage and dependency, by any means, is a
great gift of freedom.

2. PART B: Which of the following quotes best supports the answer to Part A?
A. “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.”
(Paragraph 1)
B. “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.” (Paragraph 11)
C. “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...”€? (Paragraph 12)
D. "And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not. What did it matter!"
(Paragraph 13)

3. PART A: How does the imagery used in the story contribute to its central theme(s)?
A. Mrs. Mallard locks herself in her room for the majority of the story, and this
enclosed imagery contributes to the themes of isolation and death.
B. Mrs. Mallard's fantasies of her life in the coming years, free to do as she pleases,
add to the theme of Mrs. Mallard’s growing sense of independence.
C. The recent news of Mr. Mallard’s death is juxtaposed with the imagery of the
beauty of spring, thus contributing to the theme of sudden death.
D. The imagery of parting clouds in the blue sky through the open window reflects
Mrs. Mallard’s growing sense of freedom as a woman.

4. PART B: Which of the following quotes best supports the answer to Part A?
A. “When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She
would have no one follow her.” (Paragraph 3)
B. “She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were
all aquiver with the new spring life.” (Paragraph 5)
C. “But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds,
the scents, the color that filled the air.” (Paragraph 9)
D. “But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come”
(Paragraph 11)

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5. Explain the irony at the conclusion of the story. Cite evidence in your answer.

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 Discussion Questions
Directions: Brainstorm your answers to the following questions in the space provided. Be prepared to
share your original ideas in a class discussion.

1. Why do you think Mrs. Mallard married Brently? Do you think Mrs. Mallard loves her
husband? Explain your answer.

2. Were the moments before Mrs. Mallard’s death happy? What do you think is significant
about the last line? Explain your answer.

3. How is this text a critique of Victorian social norms? What, if any, reform does it suggest?
Cite evidence from this text, your own experience, and other literature, art, or history in
your answer.

4. In the context of this text, what are the effects of discrimination against women? Cite
evidence from this text, your own experience, and other literature, art, or history in your
answer.