They shall not exhibit with words of emotion, with tearful eyes, this breviary on which once prayed that grand soldier; yes, Monsieur, that great believer.

She has done nothing to me," he repeated, growing more and more excited, his red face becoming purple with rage, "but they are the quintessence of what I detest the most, people like her and her father.

They are the incarnation of the modern world, in which there is nothing more despicable than these cosmopolitan adventurers, who play at grand seigneur with the millions filibustered in some stroke on the Bourse.
First, they have no country.

What is this Baron Justus Hafner--German, Austrian, Italian?
Do you know?
They have no religion.

The name, the father's face, that of the daughter, proclaim them Jews, and they are Protestants--for the moment, as you have too truthfully said, while they prepare themselves to become Mussulmen or what not.