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Toussaint's eyes, like every one's else, turned to the ladies of his family. It was not Madame L'Ouverture that was intended, for her countenance asked of her husband what this could mean. It could not be Aimee, who now stood drowned in tears, where she could best conceal her grief. Genifrede explained.
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.
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.
"How can I, when my father is always exalting them?" "You must choose between him and me. Love the whites with him, or hate them with me." "But you love my father. Moyse?" "I do. I adore him as the saviour of the blacks. You adore him, Genifrede. Every one of our race worships him. Genifrede, you love him your father." "I know not Yes, I loved him the other day. I know not, Moyse.
Moyse had first enticed Genifrede up the rocks behind their dwelling, to get grass for hammocks, and to make matting for the floors.
Genifrede would fain have let him stay where he was, out of the way of mischief; but she saw that he was really afraid of falling, and she offered her shoulders for him to descend upon.
"Madame," she cried, gasping for breath, "do you hear that? Do you know what it is? They have shot General Moyse! Father Gabriel says so. Oh no, no! L'Ouverture never would do anything so cruel." Sister Claire looked at the abbess. "My daughter," said the abbess, "L'Ouverture's duty is to execute justice." "Oh, Genifrede! Poor, poor Genifrede! She will die too. I hope she is dead."
Never was sick man more impatient to be strong than Dessalines. Genifrede regarded him as the pillar of the cause, on account of his uncompromising passion for vengeance; and his wife herself counted the days till he could be again abroad at the head of his forces. When not in attendance upon him, Genifrede spent the hours of daylight at the station on the height.
"Such a soldier!" she dreamed on. "War was his sport, while I trembled at home. He had a soldier's heart." Her father was silent; and she seemed to miss his voice, though she had not appeared conscious of his replies. She started, and sprang to her feet. "You will go home now, Genifrede," said her father. "With Madame Dessalines you will go. You will go to your mother and sister."
There they stood crowded together in utter darkness and stillness, unless, as Genifrede feared, the beating of her heart might be heard above the hum of the mosquito, or the occasional rustle of the foliage. The approaching troop came on, tramping, and sometimes singing and shouting.
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