Sunday, August 9, 2026

The story of an hour

 

The Story of an Hour

Kate Chopin


1. 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.

→ āĻŽিāϏেāϏ āĻŽ্āϝাāϞাāϰ্āĻĄ āĻšৃāĻĻāϰোāĻ—ে āφāĻ•্āϰাāύ্āϤ āĻ›িāϞেāύ—āĻ āĻ•āĻĨা āϜেāύে āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāϰ āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āϏংāĻŦাāĻĻāϟি āϤাঁāĻ•ে āϝāϤāϟা āϏāĻŽ্āĻ­āĻŦ āĻ•োāĻŽāϞāĻ­াāĻŦে āϜাāύাāύোāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻ–ুāĻŦ āϏāϤāϰ্āĻ•āϤা āĻ…āĻŦāϞāĻŽ্āĻŦāύ āĻ•āϰা āĻšāϝ়েāĻ›িāϞ।

2. It was her sister Josephine who told her, in broken sentences; veiled hints that revealed in half concealing.

→ āϤাঁāϰ āĻŦোāύ āϜোāϏেāĻĢিāύāχ āϤাঁāĻ•ে āĻ•āĻĨাāĻ—ুāϞো āĻ­াāĻ™া āĻ­াāĻ™া āĻŦাāĻ•্āϝে āĻāĻŦং āφংāĻļিāĻ•āĻ­াāĻŦে āφāĻĄ়াāϞ āĻ•āϰা āχāĻ™্āĻ—িāϤেāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āϏংāĻŦাāĻĻāϟি āϜাāύিāϝ়েāĻ›িāϞ।

3. Her husband's friend Richards was there, too, near her.

→ āϤাঁāϰ āϏ্āĻŦাāĻŽীāϰ āĻŦāύ্āϧু āϰিāϚাāϰ্āĻĄāϏāĻ“ āϏেāĻ–াāύে āϤাঁāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে āωāĻĒāϏ্āĻĨিāϤ āĻ›িāϞেāύ।

4. 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."

→ āϰেāϞ āĻĻুāϰ্āϘāϟāύাāϰ āĻ–āĻŦāϰ āϝāĻ–āύ āϏংāĻŦাāĻĻāĻĒāϤ্āϰেāϰ āĻ…āĻĢিāϏে āĻĒৌঁāĻ›াāϝ়, āϤāĻ–āύ āϰিāϚাāϰ্āĻĄāϏ āϏেāĻ–াāύেāχ āĻ›িāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āύিāĻšāϤāĻĻেāϰ āϤাāϞিāĻ•াāϰ āĻļুāϰুāϤেāχ āĻŦ্āϰেāύ্āϟāϞি āĻŽ্āϝাāϞাāϰ্āĻĄেāϰ āύাāĻŽ āĻ›িāϞ।

5. 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.

→ āϤিāύি āĻĻ্āĻŦিāϤীāϝ় āĻāĻ•āϟি āϟেāϞিāĻ—্āϰাāĻŽেāϰ āĻŽাāϧ্āϝāĻŽে āĻ–āĻŦāϰāϟিāϰ āϏāϤ্āϝāϤা āύিāĻļ্āϚিāϤ āĻ•āϰাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻļুāϧু āϝāϤāϟুāĻ•ু āϏāĻŽāϝ় āĻĻāϰāĻ•াāϰ āϤāϤāϟুāĻ•ুāχ āύিāϝ়েāĻ›িāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻĻুঃāĻ–āϜāύāĻ• āϏংāĻŦাāĻĻāϟি āϜাāύাāύোāϰ āĻ•্āώেāϤ্āϰে āĻ•োāύো āĻ•āĻŽ āϏāϤāϰ্āĻ• āĻ“ āĻ•āĻŽ āϏāĻšাāύুāĻ­ূāϤিāĻļীāϞ āĻŦāύ্āϧুāϰ āφāĻ—ে āύিāϜেāχ āĻĻ্āϰুāϤ āϚāϞে āĻāϏেāĻ›িāϞেāύ।

6. She did not hear the story as many women have heard the same, with a paralysed inability to accept its significance.

→ āĻ…āύেāĻ• āύাāϰী āϝেāĻŽāύ āĻāĻŽāύ āϏংāĻŦাāĻĻ āĻļুāύে āϤাāϰ āĻ—ুāϰুāϤ্āĻŦ āĻŽেāύে āύিāϤে āĻāĻ•েāĻŦাāϰে āĻ…āĻ•্āώāĻŽ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĒāĻĄ়েāύ, āϤিāύি āϤেāĻŽāύāĻ­াāĻŦে āϏংāĻŦাāĻĻāϟি āĻļোāύেāύāύি।

7. She wept at once, with sudden, wild abandonment, in her sister's arms.

→ āϤিāύি āϏāĻ™্āĻ—ে āϏāĻ™্āĻ—েāχ āϤাঁāϰ āĻŦোāύেāϰ āĻŦাāĻšুāĻĄোāϰে āφāĻ•āϏ্āĻŽিāĻ• āĻ“ āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāϞāĻ­াāĻŦে āĻ•াāύ্āύাāϝ় āĻ­েāĻ™ে āĻĒāĻĄ়āϞেāύ।

8. When the storm of grief had spent itself she went away to her room alone.

→ āĻĻুঃāĻ–েāϰ āĻāĻĄ় āĻ•িāĻ›ুāϟা āĻĒ্āϰāĻļāĻŽিāϤ āĻšāϞে āϤিāύি āĻāĻ•াāχ āύিāϜেāϰ āϘāϰে āϚāϞে āĻ—েāϞেāύ।

9. She would have no one follow her.

→ āϤিāύি āϚাāύāύি āĻ•েāω āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒিāĻ›ু āĻĒিāĻ›ু āφāϏুāĻ•।

10. There stood, facing the open window, a comfortable, roomy armchair.

→ āĻ–োāϞা āϜাāύাāϞাāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻŽুāĻ– āĻ•āϰে āĻāĻ•āϟি āφāϰাāĻŽāĻĻাāϝ়āĻ• āĻ“ āĻĒ্āϰāĻļāϏ্āϤ āĻšাāϤāϞāĻ“āϝ়াāϞা āϚেāϝ়াāϰ āϰাāĻ–া āĻ›িāϞ।

11. Into this she sank, pressed down by a physical exhaustion that haunted her body and seemed to reach into her soul.

→ āĻļাāϰীāϰিāĻ• āĻ•্āϞাāύ্āϤিāϤে āĻ…āĻŦāϏāύ্āύ āĻšāϝ়ে āϤিāύি āϏেāχ āϚেāϝ়াāϰে āĻŦāϏে āĻĒāĻĄ়āϞেāύ; āϏেāχ āĻ•্āϞাāύ্āϤি āϝেāύ āϤাঁāϰ āĻļāϰীāϰāĻ•ে āφāϚ্āĻ›āύ্āύ āĻ•āϰে āϤাঁāϰ āφāϤ্āĻŽাāϰ āĻ—āĻ­ীāϰ āĻĒāϰ্āϝāύ্āϤ āĻĒৌঁāĻ›ে āĻ—িāϝ়েāĻ›িāϞ।

12. She could see in the open square before her house the tops of trees that were all aquiver with the new spring life.

→ āϤিāύি āϤাঁāϰ āĻŦাāĻĄ়িāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύেāϰ āĻ–োāϞা āϚāϤ্āĻŦāϰ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻĻেāĻ–āϤে āĻĒাāϚ্āĻ›িāϞেāύ, āĻ—াāĻ›āĻ—ুāϞোāϰ āĻŽাāĻĨা āύāϤুāύ āĻŦāϏāύ্āϤেāϰ āĻĒ্āϰাāĻŖāϚাāĻž্āϚāϞ্āϝে āĻĨāϰāĻĨāϰ āĻ•āϰে āĻ•াঁāĻĒāĻ›িāϞ।

13. The delicious breath of rain was in the air.

→ āĻŦাāϤাāϏে āĻŦৃāώ্āϟিāϰ āϏ্āύিāĻ—্āϧ āĻ“ āĻŽāύোāϰāĻŽ āĻ—āύ্āϧ āĻ›িāϞ।

14. In the street below a peddler was crying his wares.

→ āύিāϚেāϰ āϰাāϏ্āϤাāϝ় āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āĻĢেāϰিāĻ“āϝ়াāϞা āϤাঁāϰ āĻĒāĻŖ্āϝ āĻŦিāĻ•্āϰিāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻšাঁāĻ• āĻĻিāϚ্āĻ›িāϞ।

15. The notes of a distant song which some one was singing reached her faintly, and countless sparrows were twittering in the eaves.

→ āĻĻূāϰে āĻ•েāω āĻāĻ•āϟি āĻ—াāύ āĻ—াāχāĻ›িāϞ; āϏেāχ āĻ—াāύেāϰ āĻ•্āώীāĻŖ āϏুāϰ āϤাঁāϰ āĻ•াāύে āĻĒৌঁāĻ›াāϚ্āĻ›িāϞ āĻāĻŦং āĻ…āϏংāĻ–্āϝ āϚāĻĄ়ুāχ āϘāϰেāϰ āĻ•াāϰ্āύিāĻļেāϰ āύিāϚে āĻ•িāϚিāϰāĻŽিāϚিāϰ āĻ•āϰāĻ›িāϞ।

📚 Important Vocabulary

afflicted with — āφāĻ•্āϰাāύ্āϤ āĻšāĻ“āϝ়া

heart trouble — āĻšৃāĻĻāϰোāĻ—

gently — āĻ•োāĻŽāϞāĻ­াāĻŦে / āϏাāĻŦāϧাāύে

broken sentences — āĻ­াāĻ™া āĻ­াāĻ™া āĻŦাāĻ•্āϝ

veiled hints — āφāĻĄ়াāϞ āĻ•āϰা āχāĻ™্āĻ—িāϤ

intelligence — āϏংāĻŦাāĻĻ / āĻ–āĻŦāϰ

railroad disaster — āϰেāϞ āĻĻুāϰ্āϘāϟāύা

killed — āύিāĻšāϤ

assure — āύিāĻļ্āϚিāϤ āĻ•āϰা

hasten — āĻĻ্āϰুāϤ āĻ•āϰা / āϤাāĻĄ়াāϤাāĻĄ়ি āĻ•āϰা

forestal — āφāĻ—ে āĻāϏে āĻŦাāϧা āĻĻেāĻ“āϝ়া / āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāϰোāϧ āĻ•āϰা

grief — āĻĻুঃāĻ– / āĻļোāĻ•

abandonment — āĻŦাāϧাāĻšীāύāĻ­াāĻŦে / āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāϞāĻ­াāĻŦে

exhaustion — āĻ•্āϞাāύ্āϤি

aquiver — āĻĨāϰāĻĨāϰ āĻ•āϰে āĻ•াঁāĻĒāĻ›ে

peddler — āĻĢেāϰিāĻ“āϝ়াāϞা

wares — āĻĒāĻŖ্āϝāϏাāĻŽāĻ—্āϰী

faintly — āĻ•্āώীāĻŖāĻ­াāĻŦে

sparrows — āϚāĻĄ়ুāχ āĻĒাāĻ–ি

twittering — āĻ•িāϚিāϰāĻŽিāϚিāϰ āĻ•āϰা

eaves — āĻ›াāĻĻেāϰ āĻ•াāϰ্āύিāĻļেāϰ āύিāϚেāϰ āĻ…ংāĻļ

āĻāĻ•āϟি āϏ্āĻŦāϚ্āĻ› āĻ“ āωāύ্āύāϤ āωāĻĒāϞāĻŦ্āϧি āϤাāĻ•ে āĻāχ āϧাāϰāĻŖাāϟিāĻ•ে āϤুāϚ্āĻ› āĻŦāϞে āωāĻĒেāĻ•্āώা āĻ•āϰāϤে āϏাāĻšাāϝ্āϝ āĻ•āϰāϞ।

19.

She knew that she would weep again when she saw the kind, tender hands folded in death;

āĻŦাংāϞা āĻ…āϰ্āĻĨ:

āϏে āϜাāύāϤ, āϝāĻ–āύ āϏে āϏেāχ āĻĻāϝ়াāϞু āĻ“ āĻ•োāĻŽāϞ āĻšাāϤ āĻĻুāϟিāĻ•ে āĻŽৃāϤ্āϝুāϰ āĻ•াāϰāĻŖে āύিāϏ্āϤেāϜ/āĻ­াঁāϜ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĨাāĻ•āϤে āĻĻেāĻ–āĻŦে, āϤāĻ–āύ āϏে āφāĻŦাāϰ āĻ•াঁāĻĻāĻŦে।

20.

the face that had never looked save with love upon her, fixed and gray and dead.

āĻŦাংāϞা āĻ…āϰ্āĻĨ:

āϝে āĻŽুāĻ–āϟি āϤাāϰ āĻĻিāĻ•ে āĻ•āĻ–āύো āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦাāϏা āĻ›াāĻĄ়া āĻ…āύ্āϝ āĻ•োāύো āĻĻৃāώ্āϟিāϤে āϤাāĻ•াāϝ়āύি, āϏেāχ āĻŽুāĻ–āϟি āϤāĻ–āύ āϏ্āĻĨিāϰ, āĻŦিāĻŦāϰ্āĻŖ āĻ“ āĻŽৃāϤ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĨাāĻ•āĻŦে।

21.

But she saw beyond that bitter moment a long procession of years to come that would belong to her absolutely.

āĻŦাংāϞা āĻ…āϰ্āĻĨ:

āĻ•িāύ্āϤু āϏেāχ āϤীāĻŦ্āϰ āĻĻুঃāĻ–েāϰ āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤেāϰ āĻĒāϰ āϏে āϏাāĻŽāύে āĻĻীāϰ্āϘ āĻ­āĻŦিāώ্āĻ¯ā§Ž āĻĻেāĻ–āϤে āĻĒেāϞ—āφāĻ—াāĻŽী āĻŦāĻšু āĻŦāĻ›āϰ, āϝেāĻ—ুāϞো āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖāĻ­াāĻŦে āϤাāϰ āύিāϜেāϰ āĻšāĻŦে।

22.

And she opened and spread her arms out to them in welcome.

āĻŦাংāϞা āĻ…āϰ্āĻĨ:

āφāϰ āϏে āϏেāχ āĻ­āĻŦিāώ্āĻ¯ā§Ž āĻŦāĻ›āϰāĻ—ুāϞোāĻ•ে āϏ্āĻŦাāĻ—āϤ āϜাāύাāύোāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āϤাāϰ āĻĻুāχ āĻšাāϤ āĻ–ুāϞে āĻĒ্āϰāϏাāϰিāϤ āĻ•āϰāϞ।

Important Vocabulary

patches — āϟুāĻ•āϰো āĻ…ংāĻļ / āĻ–āĻŖ্āĻĄ

piled — āϏ্āϤূāĻĒাāĻ•াāϰে āϜāĻŽা āĻšāĻ“āϝ়া

motionless — āύিāĻļ্āϚāϞ / āϏ্āĻĨিāϰ

sob — āĻĢুঁāĻĒিāϝ়ে āĻ•াāύ্āύা

bespoke — āĻĒ্āϰāĻ•াāĻļ āĻ•āϰেāĻ›িāϞ / āĻĒāϰিāϚāϝ় āĻĻিāϝ়েāĻ›িāϞ

repression — āφāĻŦেāĻ— āĻĻāĻŽāύ

dull stare — āύিāώ্āĻĒ্āϰāĻ­ āĻĻৃāώ্āϟি

suspension — āϏাāĻŽāϝ়িāĻ• āϏ্āĻĨāĻ—িāϤাāĻŦāϏ্āĻĨা

subtle — āϏূāĻ•্āώ্āĻŽ

elusive — āĻ…āϏ্āĻĒāώ্āϟ / āϧāϰাāĻ›োঁāϝ়াāϰ āĻŦাāχāϰে

creeping — āϧীāϰে āϧীāϰে āĻāĻ—িāϝ়ে āφāϏা

bosom — āĻŦুāĻ• / āĻŦāĻ•্āώ

tumultuously — āĻ…āϏ্āĻĨিāϰāĻ­াāĻŦে

striving — āĻĒ্āϰাāĻŖāĻĒāĻŖ āϚেāώ্āϟা āĻ•āϰা

abandon oneself — āύিāϜেāĻ•ে āφāϰ āύিāϝ়āύ্āϤ্āϰāĻŖ āύা āĻ•āϰা

under her breath — āύিāϚু āϏ্āĻŦāϰে / āĻĢিāϏāĻĢিāϏ āĻ•āϰে

vacant — āĻļূāύ্āϝ / āĻ­াāĻŦāϞেāĻļāĻšীāύ

keen — āϤীāĻ•্āώ্āĻŖ

coursing blood — āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦাāĻšিāϤ āϰāĻ•্āϤ

exalted — āωāύ্āύāϤ / āĻŽāĻšিāĻŽাāύ্āĻŦিāϤ

trivial — āϤুāϚ্āĻ›

tender — āĻ•োāĻŽāϞ / āϏ্āύেāĻšāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ

bitter moment — āϤীāĻŦ্āϰ āĻĻুঃāĻ–েāϰ āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤ

procession — āϧাāϰাāĻŦাāĻšিāĻ•āϤা / āĻĻীāϰ্āϘ āϏাāϰি

absolutely — āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖāĻ­াāĻŦে

in welcome — āϏ্āĻŦাāĻ—āϤ āϜাāύিāϝ়ে



P- 173

1.

There would be no one to live for during those coming years; she would live for herself.

āφāĻ—াāĻŽী āĻŦāĻ›āϰāĻ—ুāϞোāϤে āϤাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻŦেঁāϚে āĻĨাāĻ•াāϰ āĻŽāϤো āφāϰ āĻ•েāω āĻĨাāĻ•āĻŦে āύা; āϏে āύিāϜেāϰ āϜāύ্āϝāχ āĻŦাঁāϚāĻŦে।

2.

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.

āĻĒুāϰুāώ āĻ“ āύাāϰীāϰা āϝে āĻ…āύ্āϧ āϜেāĻĻ āύিāϝ়ে āĻ…āύ্āϝ āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āĻŽাāύুāώেāϰ āĻ“āĻĒāϰ āύিāϜেāĻĻেāϰ āĻŦ্āϝāĻ•্āϤিāĻ—āϤ āχāϚ্āĻ›া āϚাāĻĒিāϝ়ে āĻĻেāĻ“āϝ়াāϰ āĻ…āϧিāĻ•াāϰ āφāĻ›ে āĻŦāϞে āĻŽāύে āĻ•āϰে, āϏেāχ āĻļāĻ•্āϤিāĻļাāϞী āχāϚ্āĻ›াāϰ āĻĻ্āĻŦাāϰা āϤাāϰ āύিāϜেāϰ āχāϚ্āĻ›াāĻ•ে āφāϰ āĻ•েāω āύিāϝ়āύ্āϤ্āϰāĻŖ āĻ•āϰāϤে āĻĒাāϰāĻŦে āύা।

3.

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.

āωāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝ āĻ­াāϞো āĻšোāĻ• āĻŦা āύিāώ্āĻ ুāϰ āĻšোāĻ•, āϏেāχ āĻ•্āώāĻŖিāĻ•েāϰ āωāĻĒāϞāĻŦ্āϧিāϰ āĻŽুāĻšূāϰ্āϤে āϤাāϰ āĻ•াāĻ›ে āĻ•াāϜāϟি āĻ•োāύোāĻ­াāĻŦেāχ āĻ•āĻŽ āĻ…āĻĒāϰাāϧ āĻŦāϞে āĻŽāύে āĻšāϞো āύা।

4.

And yet she had loved him—sometimes.

āϤāĻŦুāĻ“ āϏে āϤাāĻ•ে āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦেāϏেāĻ›িāϞ—āĻ•āĻ–āύো āĻ•āĻ–āύো।

5.

Often she had not.

āφāĻŦাāϰ āĻ…āύেāĻ• āϏāĻŽāϝ় āϏে āϤাāĻ•ে āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦাāϏেāύি।

6.

What did it matter!

āϤাāϤে āĻ•ী āφāϏে āϝাāϝ়!

7.

What could love, the unsolved mystery, count for in face of this possession of self-assertion which she suddenly recognized as the strongest impulse of her being!

āĻ­াāϞোāĻŦাāϏা—āϝে āĻāĻ• āĻ…āĻŽীāĻŽাংāϏিāϤ āϰāĻšāϏ্āϝ—āϤাāϰ āύিāϜেāϰ āϏāϤ্āϤাāĻ•ে āĻĒ্āϰāϤিāώ্āĻ া āĻ•āϰাāϰ āĻāχ āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāϞ āφāĻ•াāĻ™্āĻ•্āώাāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে āφāϰ āĻ•āϤāϟুāĻ•ু āĻ—ুāϰুāϤ্āĻŦ āϰাāĻ–ে! āϏে āĻšāĻ াā§Ž āĻŦুāĻāϤে āĻĒেāϰেāĻ›িāϞ āϝে āĻāχ āφāϤ্āĻŽāĻĒ্āϰāϤিāώ্āĻ াāϰ āφāĻ•াāĻ™্āĻ•্āώাāχ āϤাāϰ āĻ…āϏ্āϤিāϤ্āĻŦেāϰ āϏāĻŦāϚেāϝ়ে āĻļāĻ•্āϤিāĻļাāϞী āϤাāĻĄ়āύা।

8.

“Free! Body and soul free!” she kept whispering.

“āĻŽুāĻ•্āϤ! āĻĻেāĻš āĻ“ āφāϤ্āĻŽা—āωāĻ­āϝ়āχ āĻŽুāĻ•্āϤ!”—āϏে āĻŦাāϰāĻŦাāϰ āĻĢিāϏāĻĢিāϏ āĻ•āϰে āĻŦāϞāϤে āϞাāĻ—āϞ।

9.

Josephine was kneeling before the closed door with her lips to the keyhole, imploring for admission.

āϜোāϏেāĻĢিāύ āĻŦāύ্āϧ āĻĻāϰāϜাāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে āĻšাঁāϟু āĻ—েāĻĄ়ে āĻŦāϏে āϚাāĻŦিāϰ āĻ›িāĻĻ্āϰে āĻ োঁāϟ āϞাāĻ—িāϝ়ে āĻĻāϰāϜা āĻ–োāϞাāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻ…āύুāύāϝ় āĻ•āϰāĻ›িāϞ।

10.

“Louise, open the door! I beg, open the door—you will make yourself ill.

“āϞুāχāϏ, āĻĻāϰāϜা āĻ–োāϞো! āφāĻŽি āĻ…āύুāϰোāϧ āĻ•āϰāĻ›ি, āĻĻāϰāϜা āĻ–োāϞো—āϤুāĻŽি āύিāϜেāĻ•ে āĻ…āϏুāϏ্āĻĨ āĻ•āϰে āĻĢেāϞāĻŦে।

11.

What are you doing Louise? For heaven’s sake open the door.”

āϤুāĻŽি āĻ•ী āĻ•āϰāĻ›, āϞুāχāϏ? āψāĻļ্āĻŦāϰেāϰ āĻĻোāĻšাāχ, āĻĻāϰāϜা āĻ–োāϞো।”

12.

“Go away. I am not making myself ill.”

“āϚāϞে āϝাāĻ“। āφāĻŽি āύিāϜেāĻ•ে āĻ…āϏুāϏ্āĻĨ āĻ•āϰāĻ›ি āύা।”

13.

No; she was drinking in a very elixir of life through that open window.

āύা; āϏেāχ āĻ–োāϞা āϜাāύাāϞা āĻĻিāϝ়ে āϏে āϝেāύ āϜীāĻŦāύেāϰ āĻāĻ• āĻ…āĻŽৃāϤ āĻĒাāύ āĻ•āϰāĻ›িāϞ।

14.

Her fancy was running riot along those days ahead of her.

āϤাāϰ āĻ•āϞ্āĻĒāύা āϤাāϰ āϏাāĻŽāύে āĻĨাāĻ•া āĻ­āĻŦিāώ্āϝāϤেāϰ āĻĻিāύāĻ—ুāϞো āύিāϝ়ে āĻ…āĻŦাāϧে āĻ›ুāϟে āϚāϞāĻ›িāϞ।

15.

Spring days, and summer days, and all sorts of days that would be her own.

āĻŦāϏāύ্āϤেāϰ āĻĻিāύ, āĻ—্āϰীāώ্āĻŽেāϰ āĻĻিāύ āĻāĻŦং āύাāύা āϧāϰāύেāϰ āĻĻিāύ—āϝেāĻ—ুāϞো āϏāĻŽ্āĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ āϤাāϰ āύিāϜেāϰ āĻšāĻŦে।

16.

She breathed a quick prayer that life might be long.

āϏে āĻĻ্āϰুāϤ āĻĒ্āϰাāϰ্āĻĨāύা āĻ•āϰāϞ, āϝেāύ āϤাāϰ āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻĻীāϰ্āϘ āĻšāϝ়।

17.

It was only yesterday she had thought with a shudder that life might be long.

āĻ…āĻĨāϚ āĻŽাāϤ্āϰ āĻ—āϤāĻ•াāϞāχ āϏে āĻļিāωāϰে āωāĻ ে āĻ­েāĻŦেāĻ›িāϞ āϝে āϤাāϰ āϜীāĻŦāύ āĻšāϝ়āϤো āĻĻীāϰ্āϘ āĻšāĻŦে।

18.

She arose at length and opened the door to her sister’s importunities.

āĻ…āĻŦāĻļেāώে āϏে āωāĻ ে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়াāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰ āĻŦোāύেāϰ āĻŦাāϰāĻŦাāϰ āĻ…āύুāϰোāϧেāϰ āĻ•াāϰāĻŖে āĻĻāϰāϜা āĻ–ুāϞে āĻĻিāϞ।

19.

There was a feverish triumph in her eyes, and she carried herself unwittingly like a goddess of Victory.

āϤাāϰ āϚোāĻ–ে āĻ›িāϞ āωāύ্āĻŽāϤ্āϤ āĻŦিāϜāϝ়েāϰ āφāύāύ্āĻĻ, āĻāĻŦং āĻ…āϜাāύ্āϤেāχ āϏে āύিāϜেāĻ•ে āĻŦিāϜāϝ়েāϰ āĻĻেāĻŦীāϰ āĻŽāϤো āĻ•āϰে āĻŦāĻšāύ āĻ•āϰāĻ›িāϞ।

20.

She clasped her sister’s waist, and together they descended the stairs.

āϏে āϤাāϰ āĻŦোāύেāϰ āĻ•োāĻŽāϰ āϜāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āϧāϰāϞ āĻāĻŦং āϤাāϰা āĻĻুāϜāύ āĻāĻ•āϏāĻ™্āĻ—ে āϏিঁāĻĄ়ি āĻĻিāϝ়ে āύিāϚে āύেāĻŽে āĻ—েāϞ।

21.

Richards stood waiting for them at the bottom.

āϏিঁāĻĄ়িāϰ āύিāϚে āϰিāϚাāϰ্āĻĄāϏ āϤাāĻĻেāϰ āϜāύ্āϝ āĻ…āĻĒেāĻ•্āώা āĻ•āϰāĻ›িāϞ।

22.

Someone was opening the front door with a latchkey.

āĻ•েāω āĻāĻ•āϜāύ āϚাāĻŦি āĻĻিāϝ়ে āϏাāĻŽāύেāϰ āĻĻāϰāϜা āĻ–ুāϞāĻ›িāϞ।

23.

It was Brently Mallard who entered, a little travel-stained, composedly carrying his grip-sack and umbrella.

āϝিāύি āĻ­েāϤāϰে āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦেāĻļ āĻ•āϰāϞেāύ āϤিāύি āĻ›িāϞেāύ āĻŦ্āϰেāύ্āϟāϞি āĻŽ্āϝাāϞাāϰ্āĻĄ। āĻĻীāϰ্āϘ āĻ­্āϰāĻŽāĻŖেāϰ āĻ•াāϰāĻŖে āϤিāύি āĻ•িāĻ›ুāϟা āϧুāϞো-āĻŽāϞিāύ āĻ›িāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āĻļাāύ্āϤāĻ­াāĻŦে āύিāϜেāϰ āĻ›োāϟ āĻ­্āϰāĻŽāĻŖāĻŦ্āϝাāĻ— āĻ“ āĻ›াāϤা āĻŦāĻšāύ āĻ•āϰāĻ›িāϞেāύ।

24.

He had been far from the scene of accident, and did not even know there had been one.

āϤিāύি āĻĻুāϰ্āϘāϟāύাāϏ্āĻĨāϞ āĻĨেāĻ•ে āĻ…āύেāĻ• āĻĻূāϰে āĻ›িāϞেāύ āĻāĻŦং āϏেāĻ–াāύে āĻ•োāύো āĻĻুāϰ্āϘāϟāύা āϘāϟেāĻ›ে—āĻāĻŽāύāĻ•ি āϏেāϟিāĻ“ āϤিāύি āϜাāύāϤেāύ āύা।

25.

He stood amazed at Josephine’s piercing cry; at Richards’ quick motion to screen him from the view of his wife.

āϜোāϏেāĻĢিāύেāϰ āϤীāĻ•্āώ্āĻŖ āϚিā§ŽāĻ•াāϰে āϤিāύি āĻŦিāϏ্āĻŽিāϤ āĻšāϝ়ে āĻĻাঁāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āϰāχāϞেāύ; āφāϰ āϰিāϚাāϰ্āĻĄāϏ āĻĻ্āϰুāϤ āĻāĻ—িāϝ়ে āĻāϏে āϤাāĻ•ে āϤাāϰ āϏ্āϤ্āϰীāϰ āĻĻৃāώ্āϟিāϰ āφāĻĄ়াāϞ āĻ•āϰাāϰ āϚেāώ্āϟা āĻ•āϰাāϝ় āϤিāύি āφāϰāĻ“ āĻŦিāϏ্āĻŽিāϤ āĻšāϞেāύ।

Important Vocabulary

loneliness — āύিঃāϏāĻ™্āĻ—āϤা

persistence — āϜেāĻĻ / āĻ…āĻŦিāϚāϞāϤা

impose — āϚাāĻĒিāϝ়ে āĻĻেāĻ“āϝ়া

intention — āωāĻĻ্āĻĻেāĻļ্āϝ

illumination — āωāĻĒāϞāĻŦ্āϧি / āφāϞোāĻ•āĻĒ্āϰাāĻĒ্āϤি

self-assertion — āφāϤ্āĻŽāĻĒ্āϰāϤিāώ্āĻ া

impulse — āϤাāĻĄ়āύা / āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦāϞ āχāϚ্āĻ›া

whisper — āĻĢিāϏāĻĢিāϏ āĻ•āϰে āĻŦāϞা

implore — āĻ…āύুāύāϝ় āĻ•āϰা

admission — āĻĒ্āϰāĻŦেāĻļেāϰ āĻ…āύুāĻŽāϤি

elixir — āĻ…āĻŽৃāϤ / āϜীāĻŦāύāĻĻাāϝ়ী āĻĒাāύীāϝ়

fancy — āĻ•āϞ্āĻĒāύা

run riot — āĻ…āĻŦাāϧে āĻ›ুāϟে āϚāϞা

shudder — āĻļিāωāϰে āĻ“āĻ া

importunity — āĻŦাāϰāĻŦাāϰ āĻ…āύুāϰোāϧ / āĻĒীāĻĄ়াāĻĒীāĻĄ়ি

feverish — āωāϤ্āϤেāϜāύাāĻĒূāϰ্āĻŖ / āωāύ্āĻŽāϤ্āϤ

triumph — āĻŦিāϜāϝ় / āĻŦিāϜāϝ়েāϰ āφāύāύ্āĻĻ

unwittingly — āĻ…āϜাāύ্āϤে

clasp — āĻļāĻ•্āϤ āĻ•āϰে āϜāĻĄ়িāϝ়ে āϧāϰা

descend — āύিāϚে āύাāĻŽা

latchkey — āϤাāϞাāϰ āϚাāĻŦি

travel-stained — āĻ­্āϰāĻŽāĻŖেāϰ āĻ•াāϰāĻŖে āϧুāϞো-āĻŽāϞিāύ

composedly — āĻļাāύ্āϤāĻ­াāĻŦে

grip-sack — āĻ›োāϟ āĻ­্āϰāĻŽāĻŖāĻŦ্āϝাāĻ—

piercing cry — āϤীāĻ•্āώ্āĻŖ āϚিā§ŽāĻ•াāϰ

screen from view — āĻĻৃāώ্āϟিāϰ āφāĻĄ়াāϞ āĻ•āϰা

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