![]() ![]() She often imagined herself in a great drawing room, conversing with clever, important, and famous people. She spent hours dreaming of quiet elegant rooms hung with paintings, lighted by lamps in silver holders, where she would be waited upon by servants in expensive uniforms. Most other women in her station in life would not have noticed these things, but they made her miserable and angry. She hated the dirty walls, the worn-out furniture, and the faded curtains in her home. She felt in her heart that she had been born for luxury, and she suffered bitterly from the misery of her life. ![]() Her tastes should have been simple, because she had never possessed very much, and yet she was as unhappy as if she had once been rich and had lost everything. She had no wealth, no hopes, no way of finding a rich and distinguished husband, and so she had no choice but to agree to marry a little clerk in the Ministry of Public Education. Mathilde was one of those pretty, charming girls who are born, as if through a mistake of fate, into poor families. ![]()
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