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Refresh yourself; and in half-an-hour I will come again." When he rejoined her, she was still haggard and agitated, but appeared far less wretched than before. "Genifrede!" cried Moyse, as she entered and leaned against the wall, unable to go farther. "Genifrede! And was not that your father who admitted you? Oh, call him, Genifrede! Call him back! I must see him. If you ask him, he will come.
"Remember," said Moyse, "they are not to seduce or force you back to Pongaudin to-day. Remember, you are not fit to travel. Remember," he again said, holding up the ivory ring, and then thrusting it into her bosom, "you come to me as soon as the trial is over. I depend upon you."
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?"
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!"
Moyse shook his head, saying that there were more whites at Saint Domingo than in any other part of the island; and the plain truth was, he could not live where there were whites. "How was it then that you pleased my father so much when Hedouville went away?
All was presently quiet; but the whites were crying out for vengeance. "No peace, as you say, Margot," observed Toussaint, when he had run over the letters. "See what a strong hand and watchful eye our poor people require! The curse of slavery is still upon us." "How is Moyse? Tell me only that. What is Moyse doing?" "I do not understand Moyse, nor what he is doing," said Toussaint gloomily.
John were Gabriel Bellefontaine, Jean Martel, Pierre Godin, Charles Charet, Antoine Du Vigneaux, and Francois Moyse. The author is indebted to Placide P. Gaudet for some interesting notes regarding the family of Gabriel Bellefontaine. Mr. Gaudet has satisfied himself in the course of years of genealogical research, that the Godins now living on the River St.
"No more than that the charm and the poison were hidden in her bosom." "It is hard to trouble a dying man," said Toussaint, "but the survivor must be cared for. If Moyse has poisoned her mind, as I much fear, he would have poisoned her body But no it is an atrocious thought.
The little fellow was not satisfied with the admiration of the beholders; he ran homewards, with his clothes in his hand, Denis at his heels, and his game dangling from his waist, and dripping as he ran. "Many a white would shudder to see that child," said Moyse, as Juste disappeared. "That is the way Jean's blacks wore their trophies during the first days of the insurrection."
Who has dared to keep Genifrede from me? She is mine." "Think of her no more, except to implore Heaven's pardon for your intent towards her." And Toussaint produced the ivory ring and phial. "Yes," exclaimed Moyse, "with that ring we obtained that water, which we were to have drunk together." "Here, then, I break the bond by which she was yours."
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