"I always say," the woman began, "if they clapped all that scum in jail, decent folks could breathe more freely."
She was too much startled by Cottard’s reaction—he dashed out of the shop without a word of excuse—to continue. (1.8.27-8)
"Only I’ve been reading that detective story. It’s about a poor devil who’s arrested one fine morning, all of a sudden. People had been taking an interest in him and he knew nothing about it. They were talking about him in offices, entering his name on index cards. Now, do you think that’s fair? Do you think people have the right to treat a man like that?"
"Well," Rieux said, "that depends." (1.8.50)
"I should tell you, however, that they’re thinking of using the prisoners in the jails for what we call the ‘heavy work.’"
"I’d rather free men were employed."
"So would I. But might I ask why you feel like that?"
"I loathe men’s being condemned to death." (2.7.28-31)