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If not, may God direct us, by whatever suffering, to some other method of teaching it; for, at whatever cost, it must be learned! Let us begone." "One moment," exclaimed Therese, in agitation. "You have not told me when where " "He dies on the Place, at sunrise a military, not an ignominious death. Father Laxabon and I shall both be near at hand when Genifrede wakes.
When she awakes, she will regard you as a martyr to a professional necessity. A woman's love is sanctified and made immortal when baptised in the blood of martyrdom. Hers may be so, if your last moments are full of holy contrition, and purged from passion. Of Father Laxabon, and not of me, will Genifrede inquire concerning you."
How many of us would desire, above all things, to have those whom we have injured beside our dying pillow, to make friends of them at last? Let Monsieur Papalier die grateful to you, if he must die; and give him a new heart towards you, if he survives." "It was not this that I intended," said Therese. "Genifrede will do everything, under my care. You shall have my help, Genifrede."
"I will go back with Denis," said Genifrede. "You threw away my sketch-book, Moyse. You may find it, and follow us." Their path lay together as far as the garden-house. When there, Moyse seized Denis unawares, shot him through the window into the house, and left him to get out as he might, and bring the book.
When she saw Genifrede growing up, handsome in her parents' eyes, and so timid and reserved that her father sometimes said he wondered whether any one would ever know her mind better than her own family did when Margot looked upon Genifrede, and considered that her lot in life depended on the will of Monsieur Bayou, she shuddered to think what it might be.
Therese was delighted to afford her the opportunity of feeling herself useful, and permitted herself many a walk in the groves, many an hour of relaxation in the salon, which she would have despised, but for their affording an interest to Genifrede. The three were more than ever drawn together by their new experience of the conduct of the French.
Shoot ducks, and pick up shell-fish here; or go with me, and prepare to be General Moyse some day." Moyse looked as if he would have knocked his uncle down at the supposition that he would stay to pick up shell-fish. He could not but laugh, however, at hearing himself greeted as General Moyse by all the boys; and even Genifrede smiled.
"Do you see Jean?" asked the wife from within. "Shall we wait supper for him?" "Wait a little longer," said Toussaint. "It will be strange if he does not come." "Are any more of Latour's people coming with Jean, mother?" asked Genifrede, from the piazza.
He turned, and walked back to his seat, when he saw his uncle and the priest. "You expected Genifrede?" asked Toussaint. "I did naturally." "She is asleep, and she must not be awakened. You would be the last to wish it, Moyse." "Must not be awakened," repeated Moyse to himself, with something of doubt in his tone something of triumph in his countenance.
The whites will rise upon us at home, as they are always scheming against us in France, if we are not strong and as watchful as we are strong. If I and others leave L'Ouverture alone to govern, and betake ourselves to the woods and the mountains, the whites will again be masters, and you and I, my Genifrede, shall be slaves.
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