2016-04-14 08:39:21
Read the passage. From “The Story of an Hour” 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. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares. The notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves. Considering the news Mrs. Mallard has just received, what is ironic about the details she notices through her window?