He did not tarry this time for breath nor shelter, though the wind had no whit abated, but trod right on till he reached the spot where the catastrophe which had been so near fatal to him had occurred.

"It was a narrow escape," mused he, looking down upon the place, not without a slight shudder.

"What odd things come into the head when Death is whispering in the ear! If it had not been for my fair guide, where should I have been by this time?
Beneath the sea, for certain.

But what else?
How strange it seems that if there is any 'else,' no one, from the beginning of time till now, of all the millions who have experienced it, should have come back to tell us! And yet there was a man who came back from the grave once.

Who was he?
I recollect his picture by Haydon; his talk must have been better worth listening to than that of most.