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I knew the mischief was begun by Hedouville, and kept up by his countrymen; and was it to be expected that I should draw the sword for them against our own people? Could I have done so, Genifrede?" "Would not my father have restored peace without drawing the sword at all?" "That was what I did.
"Your drawings, my daughters!" said L'Ouverture, with a smile, as if he had been perfectly at leisure. And he examined the Naiad, and then Genifrede's drawing, with the attention of an artist. Genifrede had made great progress, under the eye of Moyse. Not so Aimee; her pencil had been busy all the while, but there was no Naiad on her page. "They are for Isaac," she said, timidly.
What if I were to tell you that it is not Moyse and Genifrede alone that " She stopped. "That hate the whites? I know it," replied Toussaint. "I know that if God were to smite all among us who hate His children of another race, there would be mourning in some of the brightest dwellings of our land. I thank God that no commission to smite such is given to me." Therese was silent.
"And oh! poor Genifrede!" pursued Euphrosyne. "She no more wished ill to my parent than I do to hers; and her lover it was not he that did it: and yet Oh, Father Gabriel, are you sure that that firing that last volley " "It was certainly the death stroke of Moyse. I perceive how it is, my child.
And that before long, depend upon it," he continued, turning on his saddle to look for Genifrede and Aimee. "They are fine girls, very fine girls for their age." When he turned again, Toussaint was no longer beside his horse. He was at the head of the march. "What a sulky fellow he is!" muttered the planter, with a smile. "The airs of these people are curious enough.
The man bowed, pleased, as most persons are, to have a commission to discharge for a prisoner. Before he had closed the door, Genifrede was in the arms of Therese. That night.
"What do you mean? How was it all?" cried Genifrede, fearfully. "When Hedouville went away, my first desire was to distinguish myself, that I might gain you, as your father promised. This prospect, so near and so bright, dazzled me so that I could not see black faces from white. For the hour, one passion put the other out."
I have heard perpetually of my mother, and of poor Genifrede. But where is Placide? I thought we should have met him. Was not he at Cap?" "At Cap! No, indeed! He was too heart-broken to be at Cap to-day." "I wish I could understand it all!" said Aimee, sadly. "I am sure there are many things that I do not know or comprehend. I thought all had been right now; and yet you and Placide are unhappy.
We will all pray for you; we will all console your mother for your absence. We shall not meet again on earth, Genifrede." "I know it, father. But the time of rest how long it is in coming!" "My child, our rest is in the soul it lies not either in place or time. Do not look for it in the grave, unless you have it first in the soul." "Then would I had never been born!"
Seated on its step, but sheltered by its broad eaves, sat Therese more beautiful by far than Genifrede more beautiful by far than in her days of girlhood celebrated as she had then been throughout the colony. Her carriage was majestic, her countenance, calm, and its beauty, now refined by a life of leisure and the consciousness of rank leisure and rank both well employed more imposing than ever.
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