一小时的故事 The Story of an Hour（第1页）
一小时的故事TheStoryofanHour
凯特·肖邦Kate
凯特·肖邦（1851—1904），美国作家，生于密苏里州的圣路易斯。她从1882年起，开始从事写作，其作品包括诗歌、小说、文学评论。快四十岁时她出版了第一本小说《故障》，代表作有《阿卡迪一夜》《觉醒》等。她的后期作品，如本文《一小时的故事》，题材开始侧重于女性对独立和自由的渴望。
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"Therewasatrai，Louise，"saidhersisterJosephine。RichardsbroughttheJosephihestory。Shespokeiences。
"Richards。。。wasattheneeroffiewsoftheatcame。Louise。。。Louise，Brently'shelist。Brentlywaskilled，Louise。"
Louisedidorycoldly，assomewomenwould。Sheotiothenews。Likeasuddenstorm，hertearsbrokeout。Shecriedloudlyier'sarms。Then，justassuddeopped。Shewenttoherroomaloedhher。
Infrontofthewindotychair。Shesatdownaheastiredafterhertears。Herbodyfeltiwereempty。
Outsideherwindowshecouldseethetrees。Theairsmelledlikespringrain。Shecouldhearsomeonesingingfaraway。Birdssahehouse。Blueskyshowedbetweentheclouds。Sherested。
&quietly，butafewweaktearsstillfell。Shehadayfaowhereyesshowednothing。Shelookedoutthewindowatthebluesky。Shewasnotthinking，。She>
Therewassomethingingtoher。Shewaswaitingforitwithfear。Whatwasit?Shedidnotknow;sheotgiveitashefeltitthesky。Itreachedherthroughthesouhecoloroftheair。
Slowlyshebecameexcited。Herbreathcamefast，herheartbeatfaster。Shebegahing。Itwaofiakeher。Shetriedtofightagainstit。Butsheindwasasweakashertwosmallwhitehaoppedfightingagainstit。Alittlewordbrokefromherlips。
"Free，"shesaid，"Free，free，free!"Theemptinessaher。Hereyesshowedherext。Herheartbeatfast，andthebloodwarmedherbody。Asuddenfeelingofjoyexcitedher。
&stoptoaskifherj。Shesawherfreedomclearly。Sheotstoptothinks。
&hetearswouldeagainwhenshesawherhusband'sbody。Thekindhands，ill。Theloviillandgray。Butshelookediure。Shesawmaoethatwouldbelongtoheralone。Andnowsheopeothoseyearsinwele。
Therewouldbethoseyears。Shewouldliveforherselfaloherewouldbenmindabovehers。Menandwomenalwaysbelievetheytellotherswhattodoandhowtothink。Suddeoodthatthiswaswrong。Shecouldbreakawaya。
A，shelovedhim—sometimes。Ofte。Whatdidlovemeannow?oodthatfreederthanlove。
"Free!Bodyandmi;shesaidagain。
&erJosephiihedoor。
"Pleaseopenthedoor，"Josephi;Youwillmakeyourselfsick。Whatareyoudoingthere，Louise?Please，please，letmein!"
"Goaway。Iamnotsick。"No，shewasdrinkihroughthatopenwindow。
&joyfullyofallthosedaysbefdays，summerdays。Allkindsofdaysthatwouldbeherowohopelifewouldbelong。Aerday，lifeseemedsolong!
Afterawhileshegotupahedoor。
Hereyeswerebright，hercheekswerered。Shedidn'tknandwellshelooked—sofullofjoy。Theywentdownstairs，whereRichards>
Amahedoor。ItwasBrey，andtired。Hecarriedasuitdanumbrella。Hewashetrai。Hedidn'tevenknowtherewasa。HerisedatJosephine'ssuddencry。Hedidn'tuandwhyRichardsmovedsuddeohideLouisefromherhusband。
ButRichard>