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I'm sorry Louis, your husband has passed away.
Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed."Josephine had to break the news to her sister
When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone. Facing the open window, in armchair she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.
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
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering. She clasped her sister's waist, and together they descended the stairs. Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.
Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey. It was Brently Mallard who entered. Richards' quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife, but he was too late.
When the doctors came they said she had died of heart disease — of the joy that kills.

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