It's your own fault, and I shall shut my ears." He did for a time, but a general laugh awoke him.

He pretended to be asleep, but he listened.

Iniquity of this kind was utterly new to him; his curiosity was awakened; he no longer feigned indifference, and the poison flowed deep into his veins.

Before that evening was over, Eric Williams was "a god, knowing good from evil." O young boys, if your eyes ever read these pages, pause and beware.

The knowledge of evil is ruin, and the continuance in it hell.