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When she saw that it was her father, she again buried her face in the cushions, saving only "Oh, why did you come?" "Stay, my child, why did you come? How why " "I always know," said she, "when misery is near; and where misery is, there am I. Do not be angry with Denis, father. I made him come." "I am angry with no one, Genifrede. I am too much grieved to be angry. I am come to take you to Moyse.
I could not come away, though feeling at every moment as if I could endure no more. I did not, however, stay to see General Moyse brought out " As he was speaking, there was heard the heavy roll of drums at a distance, followed by a volley of musketry. "That is it," cried Monsieur Pascal; and he was gone. Therese sank back upon a sofa, and again drew her shawl over her head.
If I wrong him if his love for her is faithful, he will be glad to tell me what he knows, that her sick mind may be well tended. Father Laxabon is coming presently, to go to Moyse, and leave him no more. I will go with him." "How you suffer! How you must suffer!" said Therese, again speaking her thoughts, as she looked in his face.
"I little thought," he heard an old negro merchant say to a neighbour "I little thought ever to see an Ouverture planting cannon against his own colour." "Nor do you see it now, friend," said Moyse. "The insurgents in the plain are of all colours almost as many whites as blacks are discontented with the Commissary, and " "Turn your guns upon the Commissary, then, young soldier!"
The servants of their own party sang in the rear; Moyse and Denis, and sometimes Denis' sisters, sang as they rode; and if there was not song already on the track, it came from behind every flowering hedge from the crown of the cocoa-nut tree from the window of the cottage.
"I have lived among them a life of charms, and I am free," he continued, stretching his arms to the air "free to embrace the knees of both Bonaparte and L'Ouverture free to embrace the world." "The end has not come yet," said Moyse. "What end?" asked Aimee. "Nay, God knows what end, if we trust the French." "You speak from prejudice," said Aimee.
Moyse, what Genifrede hears of you will be according to what Father Laxabon has to report of your last hours. Be assured that I shall not interpose between you and her. It rests with yourself to justify her love, and engage her affections to your memory. She has been laid to sleep this night, not out of enmity to you, but to save her brain. As Providence has decreed, it has also saved her life.
If I die before the peace of the island is secured, there are two duties which I assign to you to support the spirit of the blacks, and to take my Genifrede for your daughter. The rest of my family love each other, and the world we live in. She loves only Moyse." "She is henceforth my child. But when will you marry them?"
If it had not been that the city of Saint Domingo was at the end of this march, Toussaint would have traversed the colony with a higher spirit and a lighter heart than during any of his serener days of power; but the city of his brother's government was before him, and, at its gate, Paul, whom he had not met since the death of Moyse.
This, even more than the death of Moyse, cast gloom round his soul, during the last of the series of bright and prosperous summers that were to pass under his eye.
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