‘Oh, don’t make me laugh, you puny prig. Those Irish lasses are born whores. God just went and turned their potatoes as rotten as their muffs. They all become mabs sooner or later anyhow, once they arrive here. Why should you care if I help them along? The way they take to it after a day or two and a few licks with a belt, you should see them – begging for it.’
