Name : Rica
Purnama Sari
Class: 4SA02
NPM :
18611369
The Story of
An Hour
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.
She did not hear the story as many women have heard the
same, with a paralyzed inability to accept its significance. She wept at once,
with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms. When the storm of grief
had spent itself she went away to her room alone. She would have no one follow
her.
There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy
armchair. Into this 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. The
notes of a distant song which someone was singing reached her faintly, and
countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.
There were patches of blue sky showing here and there
through the clouds that had met and piled one above the other in the west
facing her window.
She sat with her head thrown back upon the cushion of the
chair, quite motionless, except when a sob came up into her throat and shook
her, as a child who has cried itself to sleep continues to sob in its dreams.
She was young, with a fair, calm face, whose lines bespoke
repression and even a certain strength. But now there was a dull stare in her
eyes, whose gaze was fixed away off yonder on one of those patches of blue sky.
It was not a glance of reflection, but rather indicated a suspension of intelligent
thought.
There was something coming to her and she was waiting for
it, fearfully. What was it? She did not know; it was too subtle and elusive to
name. But she felt it, creeping out of the sky, reaching toward her through the
sounds, the scents, the color that filled the air.
Now her bosom rose and fell tumultuously. She was beginning
to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her, and she was
striving to beat it back with her will--as powerless as her two white slender
hands would have been. When she abandoned herself a little whispered word
escaped her slightly parted lips. She said it over and over under the breath:
"free, free, free!" The vacant stare and the look of terror that had
followed it went from her eyes. They stayed keen and bright. Her pulses beat
fast, and the coursing blood warmed and relaxed every inch of her body.
She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous
joy that held her. A clear and exalted perception enabled her to dismiss the
suggestion as trivial. She knew that she would weep again when she saw the
kind, tender hands folded in death; the face that had never looked save with
love upon her, fixed and gray and dead. But she saw beyond that bitter moment a
long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely. And she
opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.
There would be no one to live for during those coming years;
she would live for herself. There would be no powerful will bending hers in
that blind persistence with which men and women believe they have a right to
impose a private will upon a fellow-creature. 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.
And yet she had loved him--sometimes. Often she had not.
What did it matter! What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in the
face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the
strongest impulse of her being!
"Free! Body and soul free!" she kept whispering.
Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips
to the keyhole, imploring for admission. "Louise, open the door! I beg;
open the door--you will make yourself ill. What are you doing, Louise? For
heaven's sake open the door."
"Go away. I am not making myself ill." No; she was
drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.
Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her.
Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own. She
breathed a quick prayer that life might be long. It was only yesterday she had
thought with a shudder that life might be long.
She arose at length and opened the door to her sister's
importunities. There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried
herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory. 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, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his
grip-sack and umbrella. He had been far from the scene of the accident, and did
not even know there had been one. He stood amazed at Josephine's 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.
Active voice
Explanation :
In
the sentence (1): She did not hear the story as many women have heard the
same. The subject is she, the verb is didn’t hear, the object
is the story as many women. The tense is past tense. The form in
negative: subject + did + not + verb 1st form (hear). Hear is
the regular verb. This sentence included to active voice.
In
the sentence (2): She had loved him. The subject is she, the one who is doing
the action. The verb is had love, the object of the sentence is him. The tense
is past perfect. Love is the regular verb. This sentence included to active
voice.
In
the sentence (3): She was beginning to recognize this thing that was
approaching to possess her. The subject is she, the verb is was beginning, the
object is to recognize this thing that was approaching to possess her. The
tense is past continuous. This sentence included to active voice.
In
the sentence (4): She did not stop to ask if it were or were not a monstrous
joy that held her. The subject is she, the one who is doing action.
The verb is didn’t stop. The object is to ask. To ask is
infinitive. The complement is if it were or were not a monstrous joy that
held her. The tense is past tense. This sentence included to active voice.
In
the sentence (5): She clasped her sister's waist together. She is the
subject, the one of doing action. The verb is clasped. The object of the
sentence is her sister’s waist together. The tense is past tense.
The form is subject+ verb 2nd + object. Clasped is regular verb.
This sentence included to active voice.
Passive
voice
In the sentence (6): 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. The subject is Mrs.
Mallard. The verb is was afflicted. The object is with a heart
trouble. The pattern is past tense. The form is subject + was+ afflicated
(verb 3). The afflicated is the regular verb. This sentence included to passive
voice.
In the sentence (7): a heart
trouble, great care was taken to break to her as gently as possible the news of
her husband's death. The subject is a heart trouble, great care. The
verb is was taken. The object is to break to her as gently as possible the
news of her husband's death. The sentence is passive voice because the
pattern is subject + was + verb 3. The form of the sentence is simple past of
passive voice.
Japanese
volcano erupts - level 3
This footage filmed by a Japanese hiker shows the
eruption of Mount Ontake on Saturday.
The hiker can be seen moving down the volcano in an attempt
to outrun the huge plume of volcanic ash.
Terutoshi Kuroda said he was on the Outaki trail close to
the summit at 2,800 metres above sea level, when, at about at 11:45 local time,
he and his fellow hikers noticed a massive billowing ash cloud above
them.
His footage has captured people
trying and failing to outrun a massive dark cloud before they were forced to
cover their mouths and take shelter, as ash and rocks rained upon them.
Kuroda says he and his companions
made it safely to a lodge and off the mountain.
Twelve bodies have been recovered
from the peak but at least 36 are feared to have died.
At least 69 people have been
injured, 30 of them seriously.
Source: www.ondemandnews.com
Passive Voice
In the sentence (8): the
sentence is Twelve
bodies have been recovered from the peak but at least 36 are feared to have
died. The subject is twelve bodies,
the verb is have been recovered, the object of the sentence is from
the peak but at least 36 are feared to have died. Recovered is the regular
verb. This sentence included to passive voice. The form is past
perfect. The pattern of this sentence is subject + have + been + recovered.
In the sentence (9): the sentence is
The hiker can be seen moving down the volcano in an attempt to outrun the
huge plume of volcanic ash. The subject is the hiker, the one who is
doing action. The verb is can be seen moving down. The object of the
sentence is the volcano in an attempt to outrun the huge plume of volcanic ash.
The sentence included passive voice. The form is future tense. The pattern
is subject +modal + be + verb 3.
In the sentence (10): At least 69
people have been injured, 30 of them seriously. The subject is 69 people,
the verb is have been injured, the object is 30 0f them seriously.
The injured is regular verb. The sentence included to passive voice. The
pattern is subject + have + been + injured. The object is 30 of them
seriously. The form of the sentence is past perfect of passive
voice.
