“Do not speak of it. Stay here, Génifrède. I can do without you.”
“If,” continued Génifrède, “they could do that for money—if the tempter moved their hands to that deed with whispers of money, with the sight of mere rings and watches, what might not a wretched creature do, at such a time, with revenge muttering for ever in her heart! My ear is weary of it here; and there—I cannot go.”
“No, you cannot,” said Thérèse.
“Christ strengthen you, my child,” said Toussaint, “as Thérèse is strengthening! She can already serve those whom she and you once hated alike: and she is about to save her foe of foes.”
“No, you will not save Monsieur Papalier,” said Génifrède.
“L’Ouverture is a prophet, as all men are in proportion as they are Christians,” said Thérèse. “If he says I shall save my enemy, I believe I shall.”
“You will, at least, try. If you are going, go;—the sun is setting,” said Toussaint. “What escort have you?”
“Old Dessalines and another, I want no more.”
“Old Dessalines!” said Toussaint, smiling; “then he must have wine. I must see him.”
“He is here,” said Thérèse, calling him.