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      <title>Remake of Belden &quot;Story of an Hour&quot;: Literary 3x3 by TYLER WALTON</title>
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         <title>SUMMARIZE THE STORY:</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>This story is about the following hour after Mrs. Mallard heard the news of her husbands death. She just heard that her husband died in a railroad accident. She is comforted by many people but seeks the peace of being alone. While at first she feels grief, she then feels hope of being free and of doing what she wants and not at the will of her husband. Sure she will miss him but having the hope of living for just herself she decides to leave her room filled with joy. She goes downstairs only to realize that her husband has come home, he in fact wasn't even near the accident. With this shock, her heart and hope are crushed and she dies right there on the spot.</div>]]></description>
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         <title>Hope cures loss.</title>
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         <title>Death brings light.</title>
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         <title>Freedom destroys lies.</title>
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         <title>&quot;Free, Free, Free!&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the face of this possession of self-assertion" (2).</div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;Free! Body and soul free!&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did not even<br>know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephines piercing cry; at Richards quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease--of the joy that kills" (2).</div>]]></description>
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         <title> A kind intention or a cruel intention made the act seem no less a crime as she looked upon it in that brief moment of illumination. She finally felt a weight lift off her shoulders and knew love was no match for the joy she felt. She uses repetition when repeating the word &quot;free&quot;.</title>
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         <title>The body and soul weren&#39;t actually free, it was expressing how she felt to not have to lie to herself about someone she didn&#39;t truly love and felt trapped by. So when he arrived she wasn&#39;t happy but heartbroken to no longer be free. The irony of the statement is that everyone believed she died of happiness when in reality she died of sadness. Foreshadowing is used in the line &quot;Free! Body and soul free!&quot;, she foreshadows the end because the body and soul are connected and when one fails so does the other. </title>
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         <title>Group Number: 7</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>Krew Richter, Tyler Walton, Emma Hester, Kevin Moreno </div>]]></description>
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         <title>&quot;A monstrous joy that held her&quot;</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>"There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself (2)...And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not (2)...There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory "(2).</div>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-04 15:32:23 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Although she had forced herself to love him, when he died she was finally free. She could finally live for herself, for a few moments she felt pure joy. An oxymoron is used in the line, &quot;a monstrous jot that held her&quot;, because the words monster and joy contradict each other but are used together.</title>
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         <pubDate>2020-09-04 15:43:36 UTC</pubDate>
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