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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."