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tal morning, followed the firing squad; and, peeping frombehind one of the cypresses growing along the wall of theFranciscan Convent, had seen, with his eyes starting out ofhis head, Don Enrique throw up his hands and fall withhis face in the dust. Charles Gould noted particularly thebig patriarchal head of that witness in the rear of the otherservants. But he was surprised to see a shrivelled old hag ortwo, of whose existence within the walls of his house he hadnot been aware. They must have been the mothers, or eventhe grandmothers of some of his people. There were a fewchildren, too, more or less naked, crying and clinging to thelegs of their elders. He had never before noticed any sign ofa child in his patio. Even Leonarda, the camerista, came ina fright, pushing through, with her spoiled, pouting face ofa favourite maid, leading the Viola girls by the hand. Thecrockery rattled on table and sideboard, and the wholehouse seemed to sway in the deafening wave of sound.