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Ar THE top of the great stairs the figure of the prisoner appeared between two vast marble pillars. The guards stood back and let the whole assembly get a look at Him. Seeing Him this second time, Annas was jolted harder than before. The impregnability of that alert and tranquil countenance tormented him, not because the old one did not understand, but because he was beginning to suspect that he understood too well.
The prisoner's calm humility was enough to pierce intellectual pride. In one straight glance Jesus seemed to survey the whole entrenched and greedy power which here was marshaled against Him. His head slightly tilted, He might have been listening to echoes of the long-ignored voices of the prophets and seers of the people.