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- She suffered endlessly, feeling herself born for every delicacy and luxury. She suffered from the poorness of her house, from its mean walls, worn chairs, and ugly curtains.
- One evening her husband came home with an exultant air, holding a large envelope in his hand. Here's something for you, he said. Swiftly she tore the paper and drew out a printed card on which were these words: The Minister of Education and Madame Ramponneau request the pleasure of the company of Monsieur and Madame Loisel at the Ministry on the evening of Monday, January the 18th. Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she flung the invitation petulantly across the table, murmuring: What do you want me to do with this? Why, darling, I thought you'd be pleased. You never go out, and this is a great occasion. I had tremendous trouble to get it. Every one wants one; it's very select, and very few go to the clerks. You'll see all the really big people there. She looked at him out of furious eyes, and said impatiently: And what do you suppose I am to wear at such an affair?
- He stopped, stupefied and utterly at a loss when he saw that his wife was beginning to cry. Two large tears ran slowly down from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth. What's the matter with you? What's the matter with you? he faltered. But with a violent effort she overcame her grief and replied in a calm voice, wiping her wet cheeks: Nothing. Only I haven't a dress and so I can't go to this party. Give your invitation to some friend of yours whose wife will be turned out better than I shall.
- Madame Forestier went to her dressing-table, took up a large box, brought it to Madame Loisel, opened it, and said: Choose, my dear. First she saw some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian cross in gold and gems, of exquisite workmanship. She tried the effect of the jewels before the mirror, hesitating, unable to make up her mind to leave them, to give them up. She kept on asking: Haven't you anything else? Yes. Look for yourself. I don't know what you would like best. Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin case, a superb diamond necklace; her heart began to beat covetously. Her hands trembled as she lifted it. She fastened it round her neck, upon her high dress, and remained in ecstasy at sight of herself.
- She took off the garments in which she had wrapped her shoulders, so as to see herself in all her glory before the mirror. But suddenly she uttered a cry. The necklace was no longer round her neck!
- I brought you another one just like it. And for the last ten years we have been paying for it. You realise it wasn't easy for us; we had no money. . . . Well, it's paid for at last, and I'm glad indeed. Madame Forestier had halted. You say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine? Yes. You hadn't noticed it? They were very much alike. And she smiled in proud and innocent happiness. Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her two hands. Oh, my poor Mathilde! But mine was imitation. It was worth at the very most five hundred francs! . . .
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