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she asked , pointing to the north . `` That is a Carlist watch-fire , Senorita , '' answered the officer briskly , and no one seemed to notice his slip of the tongue except Sarrion , who glanced at him and then decided not to remind him that the title no longer applied to Juanita . In a few moments the bishop joined them , and they all made their way down the winding path . The bishop and Sarrion were to go by the midnight train to Saragossa , while the carnage and horses were housed for the night at the inn near the station , a mile from the gates ; for this was a time of war , and Pampeluna was a fenced city from nightfall till morning . Marcos and Juanita reached the Calle de la Dormitaleria in safety , however , and Juanita gave a little sigh of fatigue as they hurried down the narrow alley . `` To-morrow , '' she said , `` I shall think this has all been a dream . '' `` So shall I , '' said Marcos gravely .