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They were poor Genifrede, whose mind was wholly in the past, and before whose eyes the present went forward as a dim dream; her mother and sister, whose faculties were continually on the stretch to keep up, under such circumstances, the hospitalities for which they were pledged to so large a household; the secretary and his bride, who were engrossed at once with the crisis in public affairs and in their own; and Euphrosyne, who could find nothing dull after the convent, and who unconsciously wished that, if this were invasion and war, they might last a good while yet.
I am certain that my mother spends her nights in tears for her boys; and nothing is so likely to rouse poor Genifrede as the prospect of their coming back to us." "And you yourself, Aimee, cannot be happy without Isaac." "I never tried," said she. "I have daily felt his loss, because I wished never to cease to feel it." "He is happier than you, dearest Aimee."
"He can do great deeds, Genifrede. He is yours, my child; but we shall all be proud of him." She looked up once more, with a countenance so radiant, that Toussaint carried into all the toils and observance of the day the light heart of a happy father. I have to acknowledge that injustice is done in this work to the character of General Vincent.
Genifrede was absorbed in contemplating her brothers both grown manly, and the one looking the soldier, the other the student. "General Toussaint," said Coasson, "I come, the bearer of a letter to you from the First Consul." In his hand was now seen a gold box, which he did not, however, deliver at the moment.
I shall be tried to-night before a court-martial, which will embody your father's opinion and will. They will find me a traitor, and doom me to death upon the Place. I must die but not on the Place and you shall die with me. In one moment, we shall be beyond their power. You hear me, Genifrede? I know you hear me, though you do not speak.
"Isaac and Aimee are in the wood. Run, Genifrede." Genifrede did not obey. She was too much terrified to leave the piazza alone; though her father gently asked when she, his eldest daughter, and almost a woman, would leave off being scared on all occasions like a child. Margot went herself; so far infected with her daughter's fears as to be glad to take little Denis in her hand.
We men must leave our homes to live in camps, and, if necessary, to fight; and you, women and girls, must make it easy for us to do our duty. You must be willing to see us go glad to spare us and you must pray to God that we may not return till our duty is done." "I cannot I shall not," Genifrede muttered to herself, as she cast down her eyes under her father's compassionate gaze.
If your father's heart must be broken for you, it shall be for having thus lost a noble and gallant son, and not for But it is no time for reproach from me. Let me go now, my poor boy." "Not yet, uncle. It is far from sunrise yet. How do you mean to report of me to Genifrede? Will you make her detest me? Will you work upon her fears her fears of my ghost to make her seek refuge with another?
Genifrede rushed back to the chamber, and drove something heavy against the door. Therese was there in an instant, listening, and then imploring, in a voice which, it might be thought, no one could resist "Let me in, love! It is Therese. No one else shall come. If you love me, let me in." There was no answer.
If I were to see him failing, as we once feared he would if I saw him yielding to his passions to the prejudices and passions of the negro and the slave, my reproof would be, `You forget Genifrede. Moyse has yet much to learn and much to overcome; yet I look upon Genifrede as perhaps the most favoured of our children. It is so great a thing to be so beloved!" "It is indeed the greatest thing."
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