 Though it's a great jackass I am to be mistaken you, even in anger. For the like of them cows on the waterfront is the only woman I've met up with since I was grown to be a man. I'm a hard, rough man. I'm not fit, I'm thinking, to be kissing the shoe soles of a fine, decent girl the like of yourself. Tis only the ignorance of your kind made me see you wrong. So you'll forgive me, for the love of God. And let us be friends from this out. I'm thinking I'd rather be friends with you than have my wish for anything else in the world.