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The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant     She had no dresses, no jewels, nothing; and these were the only things she loved. She felt she was made for them alone. She wanted so much to charm, to be envied, to be desired and sought after. She had a rich friend, a former schoolmate at the convent, whom she no longer wanted to visit because she suffered so much when she came home. For whole days afterwards she would weep with sorrow, regret, despair and misery.*One evening her husband came home with an air of triumph, holding a large envelope in his hand.     "Look," he said, "here's something for you."     She tore open the paper and drew out a card, on which was printed the words:     "The Minister of Education and Mme. Georges Rampouneau request the pleasure of M. Mme. Loisel's company at the Ministry, on the evening of Monday January 1.

Full online text of The Necklace by Guy de Maupassant. The sight of the little Brenton girl who did her housework filled her with terrible regrets and hopeless.

Instead of being delighted, as her husband had hoped, she threw the invitation on the table resentfully, and muttered:     "What do you want me to do with that?"     "But, my dear, I thought you would be pleased. You never go out, and it will be such a lovely occasion! I had awful trouble getting it.

Every one wants to go; it is very exclusive, and they're not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole ministry will be there."     She stared at him angrily, and said, impatiently:     "And what do you expect me to wear if I go?"     He hadn't thought of that.

He stammered:     "Why, the dress you go to the theatre in. It seems very nice to me .."     He stopped, stunned, distressed to see his wife crying. Two large tears ran slowly from the corners of her eyes towards the corners of her mouth. He stuttered:     "What's the matter?

What's the matter?"     With great effort she overcame her grief and replied in a calm voice, as she wiped her wet cheeks:     "Nothing. Only I have no dress and so I can't go to this party. Give your invitation to a friend whose wife has better clothes than I do."     He was distraught, but tried again:     "Let's see, Mathilde. How much would a suitable dress cost, one which you could use again on other occasions, something very simple?"     She thought for a moment, computing the cost, and also wondering what amount she could ask for without an immediate refusal and an alarmed exclamation from the thrifty clerk.     At last she answered hesitantly:     "I don't know exactly, but I think I could do it with four hundred francs."     He turned a little pale, because he had been saving that exact amount to buy a gun and treat himself to a hunting trip the following summer, in the country near Nanterre, with a few friends who went lark- shooting there on Sundays.     However, he said:     "Very well, I can give you four hundred francs. But try and get a really beautiful dress."*The day of the party drew near, and Madame Loisel seemed sad, restless, anxious. Her dress was ready, however. One evening her husband said to her:     "What's the matter?

You've been acting strange these last three days."     She replied: "I'm upset that I have no jewels, not a single stone to wear. I will look cheap. I would almost rather not go to the party."     "You could wear flowers, " he said, "They are very fashionable at this time of year.

For ten francs you could get two or three magnificent roses."     She was not convinced.     "No; there is nothing more humiliating than looking poor in the middle of a lot of rich women."     "How stupid you are!" her husband cried. Go and see your friend Madame Forestier and ask her to lend you some jewels.

You know her well enough for that."     She uttered a cry of joy.     "Of course. I had not thought of that."     The next day she went to her friend's house and told her of her distress.     Madame Forestier went to her mirrored wardrobe, took out a large box, brought it back, opened it, and said to Madame Loisel:     "Choose, my dear."     First she saw some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a gold Venetian cross set with precious stones, of exquisite craftsmanship. She tried on the jewelry in the mirror, hesitated, could not bear to part with them, to give them back.

She kept asking:     "You have nothing else?"     "Why, yes. But I don't know what you like."     Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart began to beat with uncontrolled desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it around her neck, over her high- necked dress, and stood lost in ecstasy as she looked at herself.     Then she asked anxiously, hesitating:     "Would you lend me this, just this?"     "Why, yes, of course."     She threw her arms around her friend's neck, embraced her rapturously, then fled with her treasure.*The day of the party arrived. Madame Loisel was a success.

She was prettier than all the other women, elegant, gracious, smiling, and full of joy. All the men stared at her, asked her name, tried to be introduced. All the cabinet officials wanted to waltz with her.

The minister noticed her.     She danced wildly, with passion, drunk on pleasure, forgetting everything in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness, made up of all this respect, all this admiration, all these awakened desires, of that sense of triumph that is so sweet to a woman's heart.     She left at about four o'clock in the morning. Her husband had been dozing since midnight in a little deserted anteroom with three other gentlemen whose wives were having a good time.     He threw over her shoulders the clothes he had brought for her to go outside in, the modest clothes of an ordinary life, whose poverty contrasted sharply with the elegance of the ball dress. She felt this and wanted to run away, so she wouldn't be noticed by the other women who were wrapping themselves in expensive furs.     Loisel held her back.     "Wait a moment, you'll catch a cold outside. I'll go and find a cab."     But she would not listen to him, and ran down the stairs.

When they were finally in the street, they could not find a cab, and began to look for one, shouting at the cabmen they saw passing in the distance.     They walked down toward the Seine in despair, shivering with cold.