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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"There was something coming to her and she was waiting for it, fearfully. What was it? She<br>did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to name."</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair. Into this she sank,<br>pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul."</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Imagery in &quot;The Story of an Hour&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Mrs.Mallard - Protagonist<br><br></div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>During the beginning of the story you find out that Mrs.Mallard has heart trouble and is fighting for her life. Later on she then was starting to see stuff and started to feel more relaxed but in a weird way. She heard many noises and people singing and talking to her. She then later in thinks that she has found out that her husband has died.</div>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>She goes wild with grief. When the storm of grief has subsided, she locks herself in her bedroom.Sitting on an armchair near the open window of her room, she looks at the blue sky, physically exhausted. The spring air smells of upcoming rain, of fresh greenery and flowers. She can hear a distant voice singing a song, countless sparrows twittering madly somewhere a kid she used to cry herself to sleep literally every night. She was quite young with a calm face. But now there’s a steeliness in her stare. But her gaze isn’t of reflection, there is intelligence and knowledge in that gaze. She goes quite still and waits with fear for what is coming for her. But she doesn’t know what exactly is coming her way.</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-01-14 03:51:50 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Chopin suggests that all marriages, even the kindest ones, are inherently oppressive. Louise, who readily admits that her husband was kind and loving, nonetheless feels joy when she believes that he has died. Her reaction doesn’t suggest any malice, and Louise knows that she’ll cry at Brently’s funeral. However, despite the love between husband and wife,</div>]]></description>
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