'
I suspected that she had taken it merely to spite me. It would have been
quite the thing she would have liked. I cannot describe to you how the loss
of this little 'charm' depressed and excited me. I searched the bed; I
turned over all the bed-clothes; I searched in and outside; at last I gave
up.
'How odious!' I cried; 'somebody has stolen it merely to vex me.'
And, like a fool as I was, I threw myself on my face on the bed and wept,
partly in anger, partly in dismay.
After a time, however, this blew over. I had a hope of recovering it.
If Madame had stolen it, it would turn up yet. But in the meantime its
disappearance troubled me like an omen.
'I am afraid, my dear cheaile, you are not very well. It is really very odd
you should make such fuss about a pin! Nobody would believe! Do you not
theenk it would be a good plan to take a your breakfast in your bed?
She continued to urge this point for some time. At last, however, having
by this time quite recovered my self-command, and resolved to preserve
ostensibly fair terms with Madame, who could contribute so essentially to
make me wretched during the rest of my journey, and possibly to prejudice
me very seriously on my arrival, I said quietly--
'Well, Madame, I know it is very silly; but I had kept that foolish little
pin so long and so carefully, that I had grown quite fond of it; but I
suppose it is lost, and I must content myself, though I cannot laugh as you
do.
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