And not only did they go off
with my furniture, men of the jury, but they were even on the point of taking
away my son, as though he were a slave, until Hermogenes, one of my neighbors,
met them and told them that he was my son.To
prove that I am speaking the truth in this, the clerk shall read you the
Demosthenes. Demosthenes with an English translation by A. T. Murray, Ph.D., LL.D. Cambridge, MA, Harvard University Press; London, William Heinemann Ltd. 1939.
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