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Tue old man Annas sat in his great room and fanned himself. A small lamp on the table at his right hand raised a flickering light to his little goat like face and the wisp of tired white hair hanging over his left eye. On the divan sat his son-in-law Caiphas with the voluptuous perfumed beard, a bulk of shadow against the lesser darkness of an open window.
"It is hot tonight," complained Annas. "We are going to have a torrid summer. I know the signs."