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Daughter! Daughter of gold. Forgive me. Forgive me. Enough. Rose, enough. Come here, my sweet daughter. Enough, enough. Enough, enough, enough. My little girl, my little girl, Rose! Sleep. My angel. Sleep, sleep. Sleep.
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The boy's a bit mad. His father spent a fortune to educate him and all he gets are insults.