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Desirees Baby Storyboard
Updated: 4/18/2020
Desirees Baby Storyboard
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  • "Why, it seemed but yesterday that Désirée was little more than a baby herself; when Monsieur in riding through the gateway of Valmondé had found her lying asleep in the shadow of the big stone pillar." (p 1)
  • FLASHBACK
  • In time MadameValmondé abandoned every speculation but the one that Désirée had been sent to herby a beneficent Providence to be the child of her affection, seeing that she was withoutchild of the flesh. For the girl grew to be beautiful and gentle, affectionate andsincere,—the idol of Valmondé. (p 1)
  • “'Oh, Armand is the proudest father in the parish, I believe, chiefly because it is aboy, to bear his name; though he says not,'...What Désirée said was true. Marriage, and later the birth of his son had softenedArmand Aubigny’s imperious and exacting nature greatly. This was what made thegentle Désirée so happy, for she loved him desperately. When he frowned she trembled,but loved him. When he smiled, she asked no greater blessing of God. But Armand’sdark, handsome face had not often been disfigured by frowns since the day he fell inlove with her." (p 2)
  • "Then a strange, an awful change in her husband’s manner, which she dared not ask him to explain. When he spoke to her, it was with averted eyes, from which the old love-light seemed to have gone out. He absented himself from home; and when there,avoided her presence and that of her child, without excuse...Désirée was miserable enough to die."(p 2)
  • “'Armand,” she called to him, in a voice which must have stabbed him, if he washuman. But he did not notice. “Armand,” she said again ...“Armand,” she panted once more, clutching his arm, “look at our child.What does it mean? tell me.” He coldly but gently loosened her fingers from about his arm and thrust the handaway from him. “Tell me what it means!” she cried despairingly. “It means,” he answered lightly, “that the child is not white; it means that you are not white.”A quick conception of all that this accusation meant for her nerved her with unwonted courage to deny it. “It is a lie; it is not true, I am white!' (p 3)
  • "When she could hold a pen in her hand, she sent a despairing letter to MadameValmondé.“My mother, they tell me I am not white. Armand has told me I am not white. ForGod’s sake tell them it is not true. You must know it is not true. I shall die. I must die. Icannot be so unhappy, and live.”The answer that came was as brief...She disappeared among the reeds and willows that grew thick along the banks ofthe deep, sluggish bayou; and she did not come back again." (p 3-4)
  • "The last thing to go was a tiny bundle of letters; innocent little scribblings thatDésirée had sent to him during the days of their espousal. There was the remnant of oneback in the drawer from which he took them. But it was not Désirée’s; it was part of anold letter from his mother to his father. He read it. She was thanking God for theblessing of her husband’s love:—“But, above all,” she wrote, “night and day, I thank the good God for having soarranged our lives that our dear Armand will never know that his mother, who adoreshim, belongs to the race that is cursed with the brand of slavery.'” (p 4)
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