four children

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A man lies on his deathbed, surrounded by his family: a weeping wife and four children. Three of the children are tall, good looking and athletic; but, the fourth and youngest is an ugly runt.
"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 ..."
! J9 {0 X& G8 O7 \The wife gently interrupts him. "Yes, my dearest, absolutely, no question, I swear on my mother's grave that you are his father."
: M% y7 J: g) k# v3 h/ t% MThe man then dies, happy. The wife mutters under her breath: "Thank God he didn't ask about the other three."

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