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I know of no such wrong." "Thank God!" cried Toussaint, pressing him to his breast. "This is the temper which will win mercy." "Leave us now," said Father Laxabon, once more; and this time he was obeyed. Therese was struck with awe as she stood, from time to time, beside the bed on which lay Genifrede.
It was the first time she had ever voluntarily approached so near him; and she presently drew back, and glanced in his face with timid awe. "My Genifrede! My child!" cried Toussaint, in a rapture of pleasure at this loosening of the heart. He drew her towards him, folded his arms about her, kissed the tears from her cheek, and hushed her sobs, saying, in a low voice which touched her very soul
But you shall not be a slave, Genifrede," he continued, soothing her tremblings at the idea. "The bones of the whites shall be scattered over the island, like the shells on the sea-shore, before my Genifrede shall be a slave. I will cut the throat of every infant at every white mother's breast, before any one of that race shall lay his grasp upon you.
His father grasped his arm, and said "Never name the king, my boy, till you feel grieved that you have lost him. You do not know what you say. Remember never mention the king unless we ask you." Denis was glad to run after his cabbage. His father remembered to praise it at dinner. No one else praised or liked anything. Margot and Aimee were tearful; Genifrede was gloomy.
"Is not the First Consul's friendship for us real and earnest? Does he not feel a warm regard for my father? Is he not like a father to my brothers?" "Certainly," said Vincent. "Do not your brothers confirm this in their letters?" "Do they not, Genifrede?" repeated Aimee. "They do; but we see that they speak as they think: not as things really are."
What the extent really was, it was difficult to ascertain at the first glance, so hidden was the margin with reeds, populous with wild-fowl. Denis was earnestly watching these fowl, as he lay among the high grass at some little distance from the water, and prevented his companions from approaching any nearer. The sun was hot, and Genifrede was not long in desiring to return to the garden.
The boy was so long in returning, that his sister became uneasy, lest some snake or other creature should have detained him in combat. She was going to leave the table in search of him, because Moyse would not, when he appeared, singing, and with the book upon his head. "Who calls Genifrede idle?" cried he, flourishing the book. "Look here!"
I should have been mad!" "You are mad, Moyse," cried Genifrede, shrinking from him in terror. "I do not believe a word you say. I love another! they kill you! It is all false! I will not hear another word I will go." To go was, however, beyond her power. As she sank down again, trembling, Moyse said in the imperious tone which she both loved and feared "I am speaking the truth now.
"I remember my promise," said Toussaint; "but I must not leave my family unprotected. You will attend them to Pongaudin: and then let me see you at Cap, with the speed of the wind." "With a speed like your own, if that be possible," said Moyse. "Is there danger, father?" asked Genifrede, trembling.
At one side of the mansion was the colonnade, which engrossed the architect's attention; on the other bloomed the garden, offering temptations which none could resist least of all those who were lovers. Moyse and his Genifrede stepped first to the door which looked out upon the wilderness of flowers, and were soon lost sight of among the shrubs. Genifrede had her sketch-book in her hand.
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