'Was the weather hot or cold ?' 'Wet,' replied the boy.

'Very wet.

I have always said, when it has rained hard, that it was like the night I came: and they used to crowd round and laugh to see me cry when the rain fell heavily.

It was like a child, they said, and that made me think of it more.

I turned cold all over sometimes, for I could see myself as I was then, coming in at the very same door.' 'As you were then,' repeated Nicholas, with assumed carelessness; 'how was that ?' 'Such a little creature,' said Smike, 'that they might have had pity and mercy upon me, only to remember it.' 'You didn't find your way there, alone!' remarked Nicholas.
'No,' rejoined Smike, 'oh no.' 'Who was with you ?' 'A man--a dark, withered man.