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In the short story, The Story of an Hour, it is Josephine who breaks the tragic news of Brently Mallard’s death to Mrs Mallard because ______.
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In the short story, The Story of an Hour, it is Josephine who breaks the tragic news of Brently Mallard’s death to Mrs Mallard because the family chose Josephine to deliver the news with sensitivity, believing she could console Mrs Mallard and help her cope with the shock.
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