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General Vincent, a word with you." While he and Vincent spoke apart, Aimee exclaimed, "Oh, Moyse! Go with my father!" "Do not Oh, do not!" cried Genifrede. "You will never return!" she muttered to him, in a voice of terror. "Aimee, you would send him away: and my mother all of us, are far from home. Who knows but that Rigaud " "Leave Rigaud to me," cried Vincent, gaily, as he rejoined the party.
It was observable that, in every case, there was an eager glance, in the first place, of search for L'Ouverture himself; but when it was seen that he was not there, there was still all the joy that could be shown where he was not. The whole country was full of song. As Monsieur Loisir, the architect from Paris, said to Genifrede, it appeared as if vegetation itself went on to music.
Call him back, Genifrede!" "If you are engaged, Moyse," said she in a sickening voice, "if I am in your way, I will go." "No, no, my love. But I must see your father. Everything may depend upon it." "I will go as soon as I can," said the poor girl, beginning to sink to the floor. "You shall not go, my love my Genifrede," cried Moyse, supporting her to a sofa.
"As soon as you prove yourself worthy, you shall be my son indeed," said Toussaint. "I have heard your plans of marriage. You shall hear mine. I will give you opportunities of distinguishing yourself, in the services of the city and of the field. After the first act which proves you worthy of responsibility, I will give you Genifrede. As a free man, can you desire more?"
I am happy. Toussaint Breda is kind he has forgiven me he welcomes me his wife will " Tears drowned her voice. Toussaint said gently "It is not for me to forgive, Therese, whom you have never offended. God has forgiven, I trust, your young years of sin. You will guard the minds of my young daughters: will you not? You will thank God through my Genifrede, my Aimee?"
Their bright eyes and teeth could be seen by the mild light, as they were too busy with their sport to heed their mother as she approached. She soon made them serious with her news. Isaac flew to help his father with the horses, while Aimee, a stout girl of twelve, assisted her mother in earnest to draw water, and carry it home. They found Genifrede crouching alone in a corner of the piazza.
But while we are talking of the free and breezy heights " "You are a prisoner," said Genifrede, mournfully. "But soon, very soon, we can go. Why do you look so? You said there was no fear that nothing serious could happen nothing more than disgrace; and, for each other's sake, we can defy disgrace. Can we not, Moyse? Why do not you speak?" "Disgrace, or death, or anything. Even death, Genifrede.
"You do not fear me now you cling to me. And why fear me then? I shall be yours still. I shall be Moyse. I shall be about you, haunting you, whether you see and hear me or not. Why not see and hear me?" "Why not?" said Genifrede, in a tone of assent. "But I dare not I will not. You shall not die. Do not speak of it." "It was not I, but you, love, that spoke of it. Well, I will not die.
It is but a little way: and Isaac and I shall soon write. I will tell you everything about Madame Leclerc. Kiss me once more, mother; and take care of Genifrede."
But if that hatred, be it more or less than that of this young man, should interfere with my duty to friend or foe, you see, from his fate, that I have no mercy to grant. Jacques is my friend: Moyse was to have been my son." Neither could immediately speak. At length, Toussaint signed once more to the chamber-door, and once more said "Genifrede?"
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