I hastened to you.
You gave me, in a dying voice, your last instructions.

You delivered into my hands your last fifty florins, which were as acceptable as an orange would have been to the shipwrecked passengers of the Medusa.

Then you pointed with your finger to a box, in which were inclosed family relics, letters, your journal, and papers.

You said: 'Destroy all that; Poland is dead, let no one remember that I have lived!' After that you breathed your last.

Well! I confess that I did not fulfil your orders.
I kept your mother's portrait, the papers, all; and, in announcing your decease to the police, I made them believe that the man who was dead was named Samuel Brohl, and that Count Larinski still lived.