You fail, or you go from my words in any partickler, no matter how small it is, and your heart and your liver shall be tore out, roasted, and ate.

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.