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"But, dash it," said Gethryn, when he had finished gasping, "that must be rot! "
"Not a bit," said the self-possessed youth. "Your mater was my elder sister. You'll find it works out all right. Look here. A, the daughter of B and C, marries. No, look here. I was born when you were four. See? "