the gate of the convent.

When it was opened, Pierre appeared at the carriage door. "Now,
Mademoiselle," he said. He half pulled, half lifted her over the
crushed fruit and flowers that were in her way--glanced in her face, to
see whether she had observed that the body fell behind her--carried her
in, and gave her, passive and stupified, into the arms of two nuns.
Seeing the abbess standing behind, he took off his hat, and would have
said something; but his lips quivered, and he could not.

"I will," said the lady's gentle voice, answering to his thought. "My
young daughter shall be cherished here."

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO.

A LOVER'S LOVE.

This new violence had for its object the few whites who were rash and
weak enough to insist on the terms of Hedouville's intended
proclamation, instead of abiding by that of L'Ouverture. The
cultivators on the estates of these whites left work, rather than be
reduced to a condition of virtual slavery. Wandering from plantation to
plantation, idle and discontented, they drew to themselves others who,
from any cause, were also idle and discontented. They exasperated each
other with tales, old and new, of the tyranny of the whites. Still,
further mischief might have been prevented by due vigilance and firmness
on the part of him in whose charge the town and district of Cap Francais
now lay. Stories, however, passed from mouth to mouth respecting
General Moyse--anecdotes of the words he had dropped in dislike of the
whites--of the prophecies he had uttered of more violence before the old
masters would be taught their new place--rumours like these spread, till
the gathering mob at length turned their faces towards the town, as if
to try how far they might go. They went as far as the gates, having
murdered some few of the obnoxious masters, either in their own houses,
or, as in the case of Monsieur Revel, where they happened to meet them.

On the Haut-du-Cap they encountered General Moyse coming out against
them with soldiery. At first he looked fierce; and the insurgents began
to think each of getting away as he best might. But in a few moments,
no one seemed to know how or why, the aspect of affairs changed. There
was an air of irresolution about the Commander. It was plain that he
was not really disposed to be severe--that he had no deadly intentions
towards those he came to meet. His black troops caught his mood. Some
of the inhabitants of the town, who wore on t