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With all this on his
conscience the unclean scoundrel will dare to look you in the face, and before
long he will be declaiming in sonorous accents about his blameless life. It
makes me choke with rage. As if the jury did not know all about you: first the
acolyte,1 reading the service-books
while your mother performed her hocus-pocus, reeling and tumbling, child as you
were, with bacchanals and tipsy worshippers;
1 the acolyte, etc.: see Dem. 18.259 ff.
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