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HOWSOEVER THE RIVERS WIND, THE OCEAN RECEIVES THEM ALL.
Meanwhile Fonseca had reached the convent; had found the porter gone; and, with a mind convulsed with apprehension and doubt, had flown on the wings of love and fear to the house indicated by Calderon.

The grim and solitary mansion came just in sight--the moon streaming sadly over its gray and antique walls--when he heard his name pronounced; and the convent porter emerged from the shadow of a wall beside which he had ensconced himself.
"Don Martin! it is thou indeed; blessed be the saints! I began to fear--nay, I fear now, that we were deceived." "Speak, man, but stop me not! Speak! what horrors hast thou to utter ?" "I knew the cavalier whom thou didst send in thy place! Who knows not Roderigo Calderon?
I trembled when I saw him lift the novice into the carriage; but I thought I should, as agreed, be companion in the flight.
Not so.

Don Roderigo briefly told me to hide where I could this night; and that to-morrow he would arrange preparations for my flight from Madrid.

My mind misgave me, for Calderon's name is blackened by many curses.