human
Yes, yes--go! exclaimed Madame L'Ouverture.
gpt
She will heed you, if any one. She thinks you understand her. She says--
human
She loves me, said Therese, sighing,
gpt
She says you hate the whites, declared Aimee.
human
If it be so, may indeed Heaven forgive you! Moyse hates the whites: and you see how wretched we are!
gpt
Aimee, do not be hard. We are made to love--my heart inclines to all who are about me:--but if there are some--if one cannot--Oh, Aimee, do not be hard!
human
It is those who hate who are hard, said Aimee, whose tears fell fast, in sympathy with Afra's.
gpt
Is it not so, Afra?
human
Well, I will go, said Therese, gently.
gpt
One kiss, Aimee, for Genifrede's sake!
human
For your own, said Aimee, tenderly embracing her.
gpt
Bring back poor Genifrede! Tell her we will devote ourselves to her.
human
Bring back my child, said Margot.
gpt
Be sure you tell her that there may be good news yet. Moyse may have explanations to give;--he may do great things yet.