I took a while to consider, then I decided to speak to her. Now that I have paid for everything, I would tell her, everything. Especially, that I had lost her necklace. I would show her that from that weak girl I used to be, I had become strong. Strong enough to face the problems rather than run away from the truth.
I greeted her, however, she could not recognize me at all. I introduced myself once more and she had pitied me for who I had become. Then I had told her what had happened, that the necklace had been lost. I told her that I had to work hard for 10 years, to pay back the necklace, smiling with joy that was once proud and ingenuous. However, what she told me after that utterly shocked me, driving me speechless.
"Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five hundred francs!"
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