You know best - Music

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through the clouds

Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted1 with(折磨) 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 concealing2. 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 by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall3 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(抛弃,放纵), 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 at 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(颤抖的) with the new spring life. The delicious breath of rain was in the air. In the street below a peddler was crying his  The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, andsparrows were twittering in the eaves. 
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there that had met and piled 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 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 lined 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 anrose and fell tumultuously(喧闹地). 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. 
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not ay that held her. A clear an 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.