Then, one Sunday, when she had gone for a walk on the Champs Élysées14 to relax a bit from the week’s labors, she suddenly noticed a woman strolling with a child. It was Mme. Forestier, still young looking, still beautiful, still charming. Mme. Loisel felt a rush of emotion. Should she speak to her? Of course. And now that everything was paid off, she would tell her the whole story. Why not? She went toward her. Jeanne.” “Hello, The other, not recognizing her, showed astonishment at being spoken to so familiarly by this common person. She stammered, . . . madame . . . I don’t recognize . . . You must be mistaken.” “But I’m Mathilde Loisel.” “No, Her friend gave a cry, my poor Mathilde, how you’ve changed!” “Oh, I’ve had a hard time since last seeing you. And plenty of misfortunes—and all on account of you!” “Yes, me . . . How do you mean?” “Of you remember that diamond necklace you loaned me to wear to the dance at the Ministry?” “Do but what about it?” “Yes, I lost it.” “Well, lost it! But you returned it.” “You brought you another just like it. And we’ve been paying for it for ten years now. You can imagine that “I wasn’t easy for us who had nothing. Well, it’s over now, and I am glad of it.” Mme. Forestier stopped short. mean to say you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?” “You You noticed, then? They were quite alike.” “Yes. And she smiled with proud and simple joy. Mme. Forestier, quite overcome, clasped her by the hands. my poor Mathilde. But mine was only “Oh, paste. Why, at most it was worth only five hundred francs!”
Then, one Sunday, when she had gone for a walk on the Champs Élysées14 to relax a bit from the week’s labors, she suddenly noticed a woman strolling with a child. It was Mme. Forestier, still young looking, still beautiful, still charming. Mme. Loisel felt a rush of emotion. Should she speak to her? Of course. And now that everything was paid off, she would tell her the whole story. Why not? She went toward her. “Hello, Jeanne.” The other, not recognizing her, showed astonishment at being spoken to so familiarly by this common person. She stammered, “But . . . madame . . . I don’t recognize . . . You must be mistaken.” “No, I’m Mathilde Loisel.” Her friend gave a cry, “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!” “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 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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