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Updated: May 13, 2025
"Well, I will go," said Therese, gently. "One kiss, Aimee, for Genifrede's sake!" "For your own," said Aimee, tenderly embracing her. "Bring back poor Genifrede! Tell her we will devote ourselves to her." "Bring back my child," said Margot. "Be sure you tell her that there may be good news yet. Moyse may have explanations to give; he may do great things yet."
"Your drawings, my daughters!" said L'Ouverture, with a smile, as if he had been perfectly at leisure. And he examined the Naiad, and then Genifrede's drawing, with the attention of an artist. Genifrede had made great progress, under the eye of Moyse. Not so Aimee; her pencil had been busy all the while, but there was no Naiad on her page. "They are for Isaac," she said, timidly.
"To a soldier, his honour, his professional standing, are everything " Seeing a painful expression in Genifrede's face, he explained that even his private happiness the prosperity of his love, depended on his professional honour and standing.
They now turned into the eastern, where they came upon the lovers, who were standing half shrouded by creeping plants Moyse's arm round Genifrede's waist, and Genifrede's head resting on her lover's shoulder.
Amidst these triumphs, Juste was almost satisfied not to be at the Plateau. Perhaps the heaviest heart among all that household, scarcely excepting Genifrede's, was Madame L'Ouverture's; and yet her chief companionship, strangely enough, was with the one who carried the lightest Euphrosyne.
Almost from the first day, it appeared as if Genifrede's fears all melted away in the presence of Moyse; and her mother became sure of this when, after grass enough had been procured, Genifrede continued to accompany Placide and Moyse in their almost daily expeditions for sporting and pleasure.
Genifrede's tones of distress, and Moyse's protestations, all reached his ear. He turned, and gently drew his daughter towards him. "My child," said he, "we are no longer what we have been slaves, whose strength is in the will of their masters. We are free; and to be free requires a strong heart, in women as well as in men.
The time may come, when Genifrede's first passion is over, when I may tell her this. Hark! that trumpet! The court-martial has broken up. Oh, I wish I could silence that trumpet! It will waken her. It is further off and further. God grant she may not have heard it!" She stepped in, and to the chamber-door, and listened. There was no stir, and she said to herself that her medicine had wrought well.
It is true, he had been disappointed by Genifrede's receiving this news with a shudder, and by none but forced smiles having been seen from her since; but he trusted that this was only a fit of apprehension, natural to one who loved so passionately, and that it would but enhance the bliss that was to succeed.
But Aimee cared not what was thought of her face, form, or dress. Isaac had always been satisfied with them. She had confided in Genifrede's taste when they first assumed their rank; and it was least troublesome to do so still. If Isaac should wish it otherwise when he should return from France, she would do as he desired. The dress was far from resembling the European fashion of the time.
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