1791 Colonial Haiti Inside the house the cries of the women kept ascending as if they would eviscerate themselves with screams. Marguerite lifted her fire-blackened head to peer over the rim of the trench, but there was little to see; the house was dark. “What are they doing,” she quavered. “What are they doing there?” “They’re getting married,” Claudine snapped. “Didn’t you want to get married too?” The girl began to moan, her teeth chattering, and Claudine pushed her face down in the dirt. “You’d best keep silent,” she muttered stiffly, “or someone will come along and marry you...