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SALLOW-FACED Judas slouched through the door at the farther end of the red-walled apartment and approached the two elders with graceless steps. All his life, in all that he did, there was a boorishness, an awkwardness in Judas, a maladdress and a roughness that gave to his whole manner an uncouth swagger. He was a red-bearded man with tough curly hair, thick with ringlets, and his eyes chronically swollen. The movements of his body were quick and jerky, as if his strength lay not in muscle and sinew, but in an abundance, a very torrent of nervous energy. His straw sandals squeaked on the marble floor as he made a stiff, perfunctory bow to Annas.
"Peace be with you," said Annas softly, and Joseph Caiphas bowed his head; he had retired into shadow.