Now, I ain't alone, as you may think I am.  There's a young man hid with me,
in comparison with which young man I am a Angel.  That young man hears the      words I speak.  That young man has a secret way pecooliar to himself, of
getting at a boy, and at his heart, and at his liver.  It is in wain for a boy
to attempt to hide himself from that young man.  A boy may lock his door, may
be warm in bed, may tuck himself up, may draw the clothes over his head, may    think himself comfortable and safe, but that young man will softly creep and
creep his way to him and tear him open.  I am keeping that young man from
harming of you at the present moment, with great difficulty.  I find it wery
hard to hold that young man off of your inside.