These, no doubt, were his clothes.
This chamber might have been reserved for him, but his death left it to be appropriated to another.
I had hitherto been unable to guess at the reason why all this kindness had been lavished on me.

Will not this conjecture sufficiently account for it?
No wonder that this resemblance was enhanced by assuming his dress.
Taking all circumstances into view, these ideas were not, perhaps, destitute of probability.

Appearances naturally suggested them to me.
They were, also, powerfully enforced by inclination.

They threw me into transports of wonder and hope.

When I dwelt upon the incidents of my past life, and traced the chain of events, from the death of my mother to the present moment, I almost acquiesced in the notion that some beneficent and ruling genius had prepared my path for me.