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"Darling wife," the husband whispers, "assure me that the youngest child really is mine. I want to know the truth before I die, I will forgive you if-"
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The wife gently interrupts him. "Yes, my dearest, absolutely, no question, I swear on my mother's grave that you are his father."
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The man then dies, happy. The wife mutters under her breath: "Thank God he didn't ask about the other three."
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