Look, Thomas, a bad coin again.

Oh! what rascals people are; they even give bad money as offerings.
Twenty-four...

and then they will say again that Judas has stolen it...
twenty-five, twenty-six...." Thomas approached him resolutely...

for it was already towards evening, and said-- "He is right, Judas.

Let me kiss you." "Will you?
Twenty-nine, thirty.