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passage 1
Passage One
Kate
Chopin
(1851-1904)
Chopin wrote
many magazine
editors, at least once for being
it in
December, paying Chopin ten dollars and also the
compliment of presenting her
to the
public as a daring writer. Chopin's work helped
energize feminists in her own
day and
continues to do so today. The theme of this story
is autobiographical, though
the details
are not. Chopin, the mother of six, was widowed at
the age of thirty-two. A
month after
finishing this story, she wrote in her diary that
if her husband had lived,
she
have
to
forget
the
past
ten
years
of
my
growth
—
my
real
growth.
she
does
not
dismiss
marriage
as
merely
a
prison
for
women.
A
sentence later she admits that she
would have given up her ten years of growth in
spirit of perfect acquiescence
(
默许
).
The Story of an Hour
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.
2.
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
He had only
taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a
second
telegraph, and had hastened to
forestall (
抢先行动
) any less
careful, less tender
friend in
breathing the sad message.
3.
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.
4.
There stood, facing the open window, a
comfortable, roomy (
宽敞的
)
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
(quivering slightly)
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
（屋檐）
.
6.
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.
7.
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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