Mr. Langdan met the girl at a party held by the deputy director of the office. Since then he has fallen into love. The girl is the daughter of a tax collector in other provinces. The tax collector has been dead for several years. Later, she came to Paris with her mother. Her mother was in contact with several bourgeoisie on the street, hoping to marry the girl. Although both mother and daughter are poor, they are decent. Be safe and be careful. The girl seems to be a model of honest women, so our well-behaved young man dreams of entrusting her to her life. She is dignified and beautiful, with an angel-like charm, and her mouth always carries an imperceptible smile, as if it is a reflection of her heart. Everyone praised her in unison, and everyone who knew her praised: ‘Whoever married her is a blessing. No more girls than her.’ Mr. Langdan was the chief member of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. With an annual salary of 3,500 francs, he proposed to her and married her. He lives incredibly happy with her life. She is diligent in family and good at managing money, so they seem to live a luxurious life. She cares for her husband in a meticulous manner, and is gentle and warm-hearted to him. Moreover, she has great charm, so he loves her more than they did when they first met six years later. She loves two things: watching movies and fake jewelry Van Cleef Earrings Replica, and he blames her for these two hobbies. Her friends (she knows the wife of several poor civil servants) are always giving her a box of tickets for the popular drama, and even the first show tickets. So she did not want her husband to be willing to do so, dragging him to participate in these recreational activities, and these entertainments made her husband, who worked for a day, exhausted. So he asked her to go to the theatre with a wife she knew, and then the wife would send her back. She feels that this is not appropriate. Finally, after a long time, in order to please him, she finally gave in: he was grateful to her. However, soon, because of this hobby of watching movies, she felt that she needed to dress herself up. Indeed, her dress is still simple and simple, elegant and generous, but it is not cold. Her innate gentleness, the natural humility, and the lovable beauty, seem to give her a simple dress with a new charm. In addition, she began to get used to hanging two Rhinestone stone earrings posing as diamonds on her ears. She also wore fake pearl necklaces, fake gold bracelets, and hair combs of various colors of gemstones. Her husband is not happy with her hobby fakes, and often says: ‘Dear, if you don’t have the money to buy real jewelry, then dress yourself with your own beauty and elegance. This is a more precious piece of jewelry.’
But she smiled softly and replied: ‘What is the way? I like this, this is my fault. I know that you are right, but it is difficult to move. I am a true love jewelry!’ Said, her hand turned a pearl necklace, the artificial crystal stone sparkling, she repeated in her mouth: ‘You are awkward. How good this work. People must think it is real.’ He smiled: ‘Your hobby is the same as that of a Bohemian woman.’ Sometimes, when they were sitting alone at the fireplace and roasting fire at night, she took the Moroccan leather box to the table where they drank tea. In the words of Mr. Langdan, the box contained her. Fake and inferior goods.’ Then she carefully looked at the imitation jewellery as if she was savoring some kind of hidden happiness; and she insisted on putting a necklace on her husband’s neck, then she laughed and said loudly: ‘You It’s funny!” Then she put it into his arms and kissed him madly. One winter night, she shivered coldly when she went back to the opera house. She coughed the next day. A week later, she died of pneumonia. Langdan almost went to the grave with her. He was lazy and sad, so his hair turned white in a month. He shed tears from morning till night, and the pain in his heart was unbearable. His mind always haunted the voice and smile of the deceased and the lovely charm. The passage of time did not calm his pain. In the office, his colleagues were talking about the day, suddenly saw him bulging his cheeks, twitching his nose, tears in his eyes; he showed an ugly strange and sobbed. He kept his wife’s room intact. Every day he is in this room and misses her; all the furniture, even her clothes, remain intact on the last day of their common life. But his life is very difficult. His salary is in the hands of his wife, enough for the family to spend all his money, but now he is not enough to spend. So he was surprised to wonder how she arranged it. At the beginning, every meal was a good meal, but now, this meager income can no longer buy these things. He has a debt, like those who are forced to borrow temporarily, running around. Finally, one morning, he was penniless, and there was a full week of paying from the end of the month. He wanted to sell something. He immediately thought of selling his wife’s “counterfeit goods” because he hated the “deceptive things” that he had annoyed when he saw it. Every day, as soon as I see these things, his nostalgia for his sweetheart is slightly indifferent. He searched for a long time in the pile of fakes she left, because until the last days of her life, she insisted on buying fake jewelry and brought back a new thing almost every night. He decided to sell the big necklace. She seemed to prefer this piece of jewelry during her lifetime. It might be worth a few dollars, six francs to eight francs. Because the work of this fake necklace is too fine. He put the necklace in his pocket and went along the upper part of Linyin Avenue, looking for a jewelry store he trusted. Finally, when he saw a jewelry store, he went in. He was a little shy to reveal such a chill: he sold something so worthless. “Sir,” he said to the jeweler. “I want to know how much you value this thing.” The merchant took the necklace, carefully observed it, turned it over and rolled it over, picked up the magnifying glass, called his buddy over, whispered him to take a closer look, put the necklace back on the counter, and then retreated to the distance. Gaze in order to better judge its effect.