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The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant She had no clothes, no jewels, nothing. And these were the only things she loved; she felt that she was made for them. She had longed so eagerly to charm, to be desired, to be wildly attractive and sought after. She would weep whole days, with grief, regret, despair, and misery. 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.
It looks very nice, to me . Two large tears ran slowly down from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth.
What's the matter with you? 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. I'll give you four hundred francs. But try and get a really nice dress with the money.
Her dress was ready, however. One evening her husband said to her: ? You've been very odd for the last three days.
I would almost rather not go to the party. For ten francs you could get two or three gorgeous roses. You know her quite well enough for that.
I never thought of it. 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: . I don't know what you would like best. 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. The day of the party arrived. Madame Loisel was a success. She was the prettiest woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling, and quite above herself with happiness. All the men stared at her, inquired her name, and asked to be introduced to her. All the Under- Secretaries of State were eager to waltz with her.
The Minister noticed her. Since midnight her husband had been dozing in a deserted little room, in company with three other men whose wives were having a good time. He threw over her shoulders the garments he had brought for them to go home in, modest everyday clothes, whose poverty clashed with the beauty of the ball- dress.
She was conscious of this and was anxious to hurry away, so that she should not be noticed by the other women putting on their costly furs. You'll catch cold in the open. I'm going to fetch a cab.
When they were out in the street they could not find a cab; they began to look for one, shouting at the drivers whom they saw passing in the distance. At last they found on the quay one of those old nightprowling carriages which are only to be seen in Paris after dark, as though they were ashamed of their shabbiness in the daylight. It was the end, for her. As for him, he was thinking that he must be at the office at ten. But suddenly she uttered a cry. The necklace was no longer round her neck!
I've no longer got Madame Forestier's necklace. They could not find it. Did you take the number of the cab? You didn't notice it, did you? At last Loisel put on his clothes again. She remained in her evening clothes, lacking strength to get into bed, huddled on a chair, without volition or power of thought. That will give us time to look about us.
He consulted his books. It was worth forty thousand francs. They were allowed to have it for thirty- six thousand.
And they arranged matters on the understanding that it would be taken back for thirty- four thousand francs, if the first one were found before the end of February. He intended to borrow the rest. He gave notes of hand, entered into ruinous agreements, did business with usurers and the whole tribe of money- lenders. He mortgaged the whole remaining years of his existence, risked his signature without even knowing if he could honour it, and, appalled at the agonising face of the future, at the black misery about to fall upon him, at the prospect of every possible physical privation and moral torture, he went to get the new necklace and put down upon the jeweller's counter thirty- six thousand francs.
If she had noticed the substitution, what would she have thought? What would she have said? Would she not have taken her for a thief?*Madame Loisel came to know the ghastly life of abject poverty.
From the very first she played her part heroically. This fearful debt must be paid off. The servant was dismissed. They changed their flat; they took a garret under the roof. She washed the plates, wearing out her pink nails on the coarse pottery and the bottoms of pans. She washed the dirty linen, the shirts and dish- cloths, and hung them out to dry on a string; every morning she took the dustbin down into the street and carried up the water, stopping on each landing to get her breath.
And, clad like a poor woman, she went to the fruiterer, to the grocer, to the butcher, a basket on her arm, haggling, insulted, fighting for every wretched halfpenny of her money. She had become like all the other strong, hard, coarse women of poor households. Her hair was badly done, her skirts were awry, her hands were red. She spoke in a shrill voice, and the water slopped all over the floor when she scrubbed it. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down by the window and thought of that evening long ago, of the ball at which she had been so beautiful and so much admired. How strange life is, how fickle!
How little is needed to ruin or to save! It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still attractive.
Should she speak to her? And now that she had paid, she would tell her all. I am Mathilde Loisel. Why, you brought it back. 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.
You hadn't noticed it? They were very much alike. But mine was imitation. It was worth at the very most five hundred francs!
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