him, and the thought oppressed him. It was strange indeed for Caiaphas to be thus unvisited and unattended. Now and then a waterman walked down the road with his goat skin slung across him, crying out mournfully, "Ho, any one that thirsteth."
Here and there a woman came out from her door with a pitcher to be filled; but the gloom of evening gathered quickly, for winter was beginning, and the Feast of Dedication was then at hand. He could see the priests closing the doors of the Temple, and on distant roofs a few praying with their faces towards the East. The night stretched across the sky like a veil of crape, and still the Nazarene came not, nor did the Roman soldiers return; and Caiaphas had to own himself defeated. Deeper and deeper fell the darkness on Jerusalem, and at last the city slept, as she will sleep "until the day break and the shadows flee away."
