Many did not want to see what was going on.

They were dumb.

They had never dreamed of this.

The gentleness with which He bore all the torture, the scorn, the death before His eyes, this heroic calm weighed like a mountain on their hard hearts.
Those who had formerly despised Him now wanted to hate Him, but they could not.

They were powerless before this overwhelming gentleness.
What a sound! That of a hammer beating on iron! "How the blood spurts!" whispered someone.