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"I care because I love you, dearie."
"But you don't know me. How can you love me when you don't know me?" The girl sat up and turned a tear wet, inquiring face toward the lady.
"I love everyone, dearie." The lady patted the small brown hand gently.
"Everyone? Ronald and Mamma and everybody there is?"
"Yes, everyone."
"All the wicked people in jails and everywhere?"
"Yes, because I separate between the real selfhood of everyone—the selfhood which God made,—and the evil which tempts people to do wrong and leads them into sin. I know that the evil is no part
