Slowly, in the profound darkness, he kept lifting up masses, like mountains, and quite easily heaping them one on another: and again he would lift up and again heap them up; and something grew in the darkness, spread noiselessly and burst its bounds.

His head felt like a dome, in the impenetrable darkness of which the colossal thing continued to grow, and some one, working on in silence, kept lifting up masses like mountains, and piling them one on another and again lifting up, and so on and on...

whilst somewhere in the distance the phantom-like words tenderly sounded.
Thus he stood blocking the doorway, huge and black, while Jesus went on talking, and the strong, intermittent breathing of Peter repeated His words aloud.

But on a sudden Jesus broke off an unfinished sentence, and Peter, as though waking from sleep, cried out exultingly-- "Lord! to Thee are known the words of eternal life!" But Jesus held His peace, and kept gazing fixedly in one direction.

And when they followed His gaze they perceived in the doorway the petrified Judas with gaping mouth and fixed eyes.