I saw him shudder on the straw; his withered face became distorted, and he threw up both his hands with a quick hysterical gasp.

They struck against the bottom of the manger under which he lay, and the blow awakened him.

I had just time to slip through the door and close it before his eyes were fairly open, and his senses his own again.
"Do you know anything about that man's past life ?" I said to the landlord.
"Yes, sir, I know pretty well all about it," was the answer, "and an uncommon queer story it is.

Most people don't believe it.

It's true, though, for all that.