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Updated: June 12, 2025
"Laxabon understands French, I think," said the marquis to a gentleman of his staff. The aide assented. "Your excellent desire shall be gratified," said the General. "I doubt not Father Laxabon will presently visit you in your tent." Father Laxabon had heard rumours of the horrors perpetrated in the French colony within the last two nights.
Will you trample on the memory of the dead, to drive her into the arms of some living lover, that you may no longer be reminded of the poor wretch that you first fostered, and then murdered?" "Leave us!" said Laxabon to Toussaint. "He is desperate. Leave him to me, that he may not plunge deeper into sin with every word he speaks." "Presently, father.
Denis had entered, before his departure homewards, to ask what tidings he was to carry to Pongaudin from her. Father Laxabon had twice appeared, to know if he could not yet see Genifrede, to offer her consolation; and had withdrawn, when he found that Genifrede was not yet awake.
"Here is no pain," whispered Therese. "She breathes quietly. There is no pain. Satisfy yourself." She took the light from his hand, and saw him stoop above his sleeping child, extending his hands over her, as if in the act of prayer or blessing. "No pain, thank God!" he repeated, as they returned to the salon, where they found Father Laxabon.
"Follow me," said the priest; and, instead of mounting the marble staircase, L'Ouverture and the father were seen to enter a passage, into which every one else was forbidden to follow. Father Laxabon tapped softly at a door, and was desired to enter. He opened it, and closed it behind Toussaint, keeping watch outside, that the brothers might not be disturbed.
You have striven to destroy her, body and soul, because you yourself were lost and now you curse a woman's cowardice and treachery! I leave you with Father Laxabon. Hasten to confess and cleanse your soul, Moyse; for never soul needed it more. I leave you my pity and my forgiveness, and I engage for Genifrede's." "Stop!" cried Moyse, "I have something to ask.
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.
"Yes, my dear. God takes care of the world; but then He takes care of our enemies as well as of us." "Does he?" exclaimed Denis, in a tone of surprise. "Yes; ask your father if Father Laxabon does not say so. The name of God is for ever in the mouths of the whites at Cap; but they reviled the king; and, true enough, the king was altogether on our side, we had all his protection."
Of the real personages, several were probably very unlike what I have represented them. I knew the names of some, without knowing their characters; as in the instances of Placide and Isaac, Messieurs Pascal and Moliere, Mars Plaisir, Madame Oge, the Marquis d'Hermona, Laxabon, Vincent, and Paul.
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