She waited a moment for him to express the limitation which the conjunctive implied. Then:
“Padre dear, how do you think he did it? How did he cure sick people, and make the dead ones live again?”
“I––I don’t know, child––I am not sure. That knowledge has been lost, long since.”
“You do know, Padre,” she insisted; “you do! Did he know that God was everywhere?”
“Yes.”
“And what did he say sickness was?”
“He classed it with all evil under the one heading––a lie––a lie about God.”
“But when a person tells a lie, he doesn’t speak the truth, does he?”
“No.”
“And a lie has no rule, no principle?”