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slowly trickly down the care worn cheeks of the poor woman told eloquently the tale of anguish and despair that was working in her breast. A young man whose uniform was that of one of the free Corps raised in the Navarra for the service of the Queen was standing by her side. One arm was leaning upon his gun whilst his other hand pressed that of the woman who was sitting at his feet.