I looked again upon the coffin.

A wavering recollection of the incidents that led me hither, and of the stunning blow which I had received, occurred to me.

I saw into what error appearances had misled these men, and shuddered to reflect by what hairbreadth means I had escaped being buried alive.
Before the men had time to interrogate me, or to comment upon my situation, one entered the apartment, whose habit and mien tended to encourage me.

The stranger was characterized by an aspect full of composure and benignity, a face in which the serious lines of age were blended with the ruddiness and smoothness of youth, and a garb that bespoke that religious profession with whose benevolent doctrines the example of Hadwin had rendered me familiar.
On observing me on my feet, he betrayed marks of surprise and satisfaction.

He addressed me in a tone of mildness:-- "Young man," said he, "what is thy condition?
Art thou sick?
If thou art, thou must consent to receive the best treatment which the times will afford.