Knowing that Mrs. Mallard was afflicted with a heart trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of her husband's death.
It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her. It was he who had been in the newspaper office when intelligence of the railroad disaster was received, with Brently Mallard's name leading the list of "killed." He had only taken the time to assure himself of its truth by a second telegram, and had hastened to forestall any less careful, less tender friend in bearing the sad message.
Bağbozumu zamanı, oluklarından üzüm suyu akan daracık sokaklardan birinde, aniden çıkıverir karşınıza. Ne gölgesi, ne de motorunun sesi hızına yetişebilmiştir. Olağanüstü bir devinimle, sessizce çağlayarak dönmüştür köşeyi. Setinden henüz kurtulmuş, coşkun bir nehir gibi. Ve siz daha ne ile karşı karşıya olduğunuzu kavrayamadan mızrak gibi saplar gri bakışlarını, tam göz bebeklerinizin ortasına.