Lord Kilmichael:
Speaking of beauty. This one could almost be English. Her hair. Her skin, fine bosom. Certainly head and shoulders above any of the miserable hags on the estate.
Conneely:
Take the prettiest English maiden, put her for one season in an Irish cabin. Feed her water and potato, dress her in rags and make her wade though bogs and sleep with the family pig. Take from her any hope that the future will be different and when she crawls out of her hovel, stretching out her scrawny hand for a penny, how much will she look like that pretty English maiden?
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