From under his pillow he dragged forth the key to the trunk. "Take care of your charge. Everything in his favour—the luck of the gods! The only white men were miles down the coast. "It's not very likely that a babby of nine months old will save my life, if I'm to be his friend, as you seem to say, Mrs. “You are Sir John Ferringhall,” she repeated.
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