And this was He, whom they had bought for thirty pieces of silver.
Coming forward noiselessly, Judas, with the tender touch of a mother, who fears to wake her sick child--with the wonderment of a wild beast as it creeps from its lair suddenly, charmed by the sight of a white flowerlet--he gently touched His soft locks, and then quickly withdrew his hand.

Once more he touched Him, and then silently crept out.
"Lord! Lord!" said he.
And going apart, he wept long, shrinking and wriggling and scratching his bosom with his nails and gnawing his shoulders.

Then suddenly he ceased weeping and gnawing and gnashing his teeth, and fell into a sombre reverie, inclining his tear-stained face to one side in the attitude of one listening.

And so he remained for a long time, doleful, determined, from every one apart, like fate itself.
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