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"She grieved incessantly, feeling that she had been born for all the little niceties and luxuries of living."
"Then one evening, her husband came home proudly holding out a large envelope. “Look,” he said, “I’ve got something for you.”
“The Minister of Education and Mme. Georges Ramponneau3 beg M. and Mme. Loisel4 to do them the honor of attending an evening reception at the Ministerial Mansion on Friday, January 18.” she got money for a dress and went to her friend's house.
She could have picked as much jewelry as she wanted to borrow but she only took one necklace which she had fallen in love with. "All at once she found, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace; and her pulse beat faster with longing. Her hands trembled as she took it up. Clasping it around her throat, outside her high-necked dress, she stood in ecstasy looking at her reflection. Then she asked, hesitatingly, pleading, “Could I borrow that, just that and nothing else?” “Why, of course.”
She had been in such a hurry, she had not even realized she had lost the necklace and when she had to return it, they lied and said they were repairing it, when the returned it, they had bought a new one for 10,000 francs. “I . . . I . . . I don’t have Mme. Forestier’s necklace.” “What! You can’t mean it! It’s impossible!” They hunted everywhere, through the folds of the dress, through the folds of the coat, in the pockets. They found nothing."
She had one day ran into her old friend, this was their conversation. “Hello, Jeanne.” “But . . . madame . . . I don’t recognize . . . You must be mistaken.” “No, I’m Mathilde Loisel.” “Oh, my poor Mathilde, how you’ve changed!” “Yes, I’ve had a hard time since last seeing you. And plenty of misfortunes— and all on account of you!” i “Of me . . . How do you mean?”“Do you remember that diamond necklace you loaned me to wear to the dance at the Ministry?”“Yes, but what about it?” “Well, I lost it.” “You lost it! But you returned it.” “I brought you another just like it. And we’ve been paying for it for ten years now. You can imagine that wasn’t easy for us who had nothing. Well, it’s over now, and I am glad of it.” Mme. Forestier stopped short, “You mean to say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?”“Yes. You never noticed, then? They were quite alike.” And she smiled with proud and simple joy. Mme. Forestier, quite overcome, clasped her by the hands. “Oh, my poor Mathilde. But mine was only paste. Why, at most it was worth only five hundred francs!”
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