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The investigation was pressed the inquiry made, under every form of appeal that could be devised; and in vain. Toussaint disdained to repeat his reply; and he spoke no more. The officers left him with threats on their lips. The door was locked and barred behind them, and Toussaint found himself a solitary prisoner. During the night the vessel got under weigh.
Jenieve desired to grasp her by the shoulder and walk her into the house; but when the world, especially Jean Bati' McClure's wife, is watching to see how you manage an unruly mother, it is necessary to use some adroitness. "Will you please come here, dear Mama Lalotte? Toussaint wants you." "No, I don't!" shouted Toussaint. "It is Michel Pensonneau I want, to make me some boats."
Before the next noon, Monsieur Bayou was on board the American vessel in the harbour of Port Paix, weary and sad, but safe, with his sugar, and pocketsful of cash and gold trinkets. Before evening, Toussaint, who rode like the wind, and seemed incapable of fatigue, was cooling himself under a tamarind-tree, in a nook of the Breda estate.
Rubaut could remember no more concerning him in fact, had not thought of him again, from that day to the present. "And this is the kind of answer that you would give concerning me, if my sons should arrive hither in search of me some days after my grave had been closed?" "Come, come! no foreboding!" said Rubaut. "Foreboding is bad." "If my sons should present themselves " proceeded Toussaint
He declared that Toussaint lived and died in solitude; and that he was found dead and cold, lying on that straw his wood-fire, however, not being wholly extinguished.
Madame Toussaint on her side had quickly drawn near, not indeed to ask for anything herself, but because she was well pleased at such a God-send for her sister-in-law, whose circumstances were worse than her own. And when she saw the priest slip ten francs into Madame Theodore's hand she explained to him that she herself would willingly have lent something had she been able.
Toussaint left it to Mars Plaisir to answer this question; which he did with indignant volubility, describing the uses and the beauties of the heights of Saint Domingo, from the loftiest peaks which intercept the hurricane, to the lowest, crested with forts or spreading their blossoming groves to the verge of the valleys. "We too have fortresses on our heights," said the officer.
"Not in the earliest days?" asked Euphrosyne. "Were not the first confessors and martyrs a Christian class?" "They were so according to their intention, to their own idea," said Toussaint. "They were votaries of the one Christian principle most needed in their time.
Monsieur Coasson!" said Toussaint; "and availing yourself once more of the weakness and woes of women, I perceive." "I came as guide," replied Monsieur Coasson. "The admiral and his troops needed some one to show them the way; and, as you are aware, I was qualified to do so. I have always felt, too, that I had a sort of appointment to fulfil with this young lady.
In the interest of conversation, nothing escaped the eye of Toussaint. He saw an exchange of glances between General Brunet and his secretary, and a half smile on the face of each which he did not like. He thought it best to take no notice; but, far from leaving off, Denis sang louder as he sank deeper into reverie. Monsieur Pascal became aware of some embarrassment, and of its cause.
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