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from one another, when
Polemarchus—he sat at some little distance1 from Adeimantus—stretched
forth his hand, and, taking hold of his garment2 from above by the shoulder, drew the other
toward him and, leaning forward himself, spoke a few words in his ear, of
which we overheard nothing3
else save only this, “Shall we let him off,4 then,” he said, “or
what shall we do?” “By no means,” said
Adeimantus, now raising his voice. “What, pray,”5 said I,
“is it that you are not letting off?”
“You,”
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