His devotions over, he tracked out Mr.
Kosminski, whose address on a much-creased bit of paper had been his talisman of hope during the voyage.

In his native town, where the Jews groaned beneath divers and sore oppressions, the fame of Kosminski, the pioneer, the Croesus, was a legend.

Mr.Kosminski was prepared for these contingencies.

He went to his bedroom, dragged out a heavy wooden chest from under the bed, unlocked it and plunged his hand into a large dirty linen bag, full of coins.

The instinct of generosity which was upon him made him count out forty-eight of them.