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Indicating that Mrs. Mallard did love him, but the love of the man wasn't as strong as the love for freedom. Her hatred for the man became more loving than the love she has for him.

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Shameem Monjazeb, Jenna Lowry, Cassandra Stevens

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Upload an image or draw one yourself!

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Upload an image or draw one yourself!

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Upload an image or draw one yourself!

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Mrs.Mallard had gotten what she deserved all along.She was fake and had people waste their time for her.

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"Free! Body and soul free!"
"free, free, free!"

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"And yet she had loved him- sometimes."

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"When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the
joy that kills."

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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."
She was so happy she didn't realize that her husband could still be alive and kept on dreaming about how her life is going to be amazing without him.

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Love Masks Hatred

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revenge returns love

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Happiness traps reality.

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Mrs. Mallards, the wife of Mr. Mallard, was told her 'love' had died. She felt joy of his death, the feeling of freedom rushing into her in a time others saw as hatred, but soon masked her death of anguish with the deadly ache of her failing heart when she heard the voice of her so-called love.