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He looked towards Aimee, who answered, with tearful eyes "Yes, father. They must go; and we will not hinder them; but they will soon be back, will not they?" "That depends on how soon we can make good soldiers of them," said he, cheerfully. "Come, Moyse, have you changed your mind again? Or will you stay and plait hammocks, while my boys are trained to arms?"
They talk of palm wine in the season; but I do not believe we shall get any worth drinking from the palms hereabouts." "What is the matter with our palms?" cried Moyse, firing up for the honour of the northern coast.
If Moyse did but know it, I almost envy him his rest." "Is it over, then? is he dead?" "He dies at sunrise. You think Genifrede may sleep till noon?" Therese could not reply, and he proceeded "He is found guilty, and sentenced. There was no escape. His guilt is clear as noonday." "No escape from the sentence," said Therese, eagerly. "But there is room for mercy yet.
Oh, Moyse! if it should be so, wait for me! Let your spirit wait for mine! It shall not be long." "Shall my spirit come shall I come as a ghost, to tell you that I am dead? Shall I come when you are alone, and call you away?" "Oh! no, no!" she cried, shuddering. "I will follow you need not fear. But a ghost oh! no, no!" And she looked up at him, and clasped him closer. "And why?" said Moyse.
She and her sister were here partly for the sake of a drawing lesson from Azua; and perhaps she had some idea of taking a sketch during this walk with Moyse. He snatched the book from her, however, and flung it through the window of a garden-house which they passed, saying "You can draw while I am away. For this hour you are all my own." "And when will you be away?
They went as far as the gates, having murdered some few of the obnoxious masters, either in their own houses, or, as in the case of Monsieur Revel, where they happened to meet them. On the Haut-du-Cap they encountered General Moyse coming out against them with soldiery. At first he looked fierce; and the insurgents began to think each of getting away as he best might.
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.
Great had been Toussaint's satisfaction in offering to Moyse this honourable opportunity of distinguishing himself; and much had he enjoyed the anticipation of telling Genifrede of this fulfilment of her lover's ambition, and of the near approach of their union, in consequence.
"There should be no awe of the creature when but a moment's darkness separates one from the Creator. Speak freely and fearlessly, Moyse." "I ask," said Moyse, in a somewhat softened tone, "how you will answer to my father for the charge he left you in me?" "Not by revealing to him the vices of the spirit he gave me to guide.
I have guaranteed the safety of the whites; and none need my protection so much as those who do not, by justice, obedience, and gentleness, by gaining the good-will of their neighbours, protect themselves." "But Moyse did not murder any. He was not even present at any death." "It has just been proved that, while he knew that slaughter was going on, he took no measures to stop it.
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