They're not even written in good French; I've always maintained that this contraband Republican is in league with his worthy father to humbug us.

You'll see how he'll turn his coat.

And his brother, the illustrious Eugene, that big blockhead of whom the Rougons make such a fuss! Why, they've got the impudence to assert that he occupies a good position in Paris! I know something about his position; he's employed at the Rue de Jerusalem; he's a police spy." "Who told you so?
You know nothing about it," interrupted Silvere, whose upright spirit at last felt hurt by his uncle's lying accusations.
"Ah! I know nothing about it?
Do you think so?
I tell you he is a police spy.

You'll be shorn like a lamb one of these days, with your benevolence.

You're not manly enough.