高中英语教学：The Story of an Hour.docx

The Story of an Hour Knowing that Mrs. Mallard suffered from a heart trouble, great care was taken to tell her as gently as possible the news of her husband’s death. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences. Her husband’s friend Richards was there, too. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when news of the railroad disaster was heard, with Brently Mallard’s name leading the list of “killed.” He had only taken the time to assure使确信 himself of its truth by a second telegram, and hurried to send the sad message. She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same. She wept at once, with mad abandonment放弃, in her sister’s arms. When the storm of sadness had spent itself she went away to her room alone. There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable armchair. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion筋疲力尽 that held 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. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the chair, quite motionless呆滞的, 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. She stared at the patches of blue sky with intelligent 智慧的thought. There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? It was too hard to name. But she felt it, coming out of the sky, reaching toward her through the sounds, the smells, the color that filled the air. Now her chest rose and fell violently. She was beginning to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess占据 her,?and she was trying very hard to beat it back with her will. When she gave up trying, a little whispered低声的 word escape