ἔνδον γὰρ ἁνὴρ ἄρτι τυγχάνει, κάρα στάζων ἱδρῶτι καὶ χέρας ξιφοκτόνους → yes, the man is now inside, his face and hands that have slaughtered with the sword dripping with sweat
subs.
Had he had a jot or scintilla of evidence for the charges he trumped up against me would he have allowed this? P. ἆρʼ ἂν εἴ γʼ εἶχε στιγμὴν ἢ σκιὰν τούτων ὧν κατεσκεύαζε κατʼ ἐμοῦ τοῦτʼ ἂν εἴασε (Dem. 552).
