And though he walked as others walk, yet Judas felt as if he were dragging himself along the ground like a whipped cur, as he went up to John and said: "Why are you silent, John?
Your words are like golden apples in vessels of silver filigree; bestow one of them on Judas, who is so poor." John looked steadfastly into his wide-open motionless eye, and said nothing.

And he looked on, while Judas crept out, hesitated a moment, and then disappeared in the deep darkness of the open door.
Since the full moon was up, there were many people out walking.

Jesus went out too, and from the low roof on which Judas had spread his couch he saw Him going out.

In the light of the moon each white figure looked bright and deliberate in its movements; and seemed not so much to walk as to glide in front of its dark shadow.

Then suddenly a man would be lost in something black, and his voice became audible.