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This chilling tale of the supernatural from Jerome K. Jerome centers around a wicked, curmudgeonly businessman who has an encounter with a mysterious visitor who takes the form of a humble peddler -- and who offers Nicholas a remarkable proposition.

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Publié par	The Floating Press
Date de parution	01 mars 2017
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781776677658
Langue	English

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THE SOUL OF NICHOLAS SNYDERS
OR, THE MISER OF ZANDAM
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JEROME K. JEROME

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The Soul of Nicholas Snyders Or, The Miser Of Zandam First published in 1904 Epub ISBN 978-1-77667-765-8 Also available: PDF ISBN 978-1-77667-766-5 © 2015 The Floating Press and its licensors. All rights reserved. While every effort has been used to ensure the accuracy and reliability of the information contained in The Floating Press edition of this book, The Floating Press does not assume liability or responsibility for any errors or omissions in this book. The Floating Press does not accept responsibility for loss suffered as a result of reliance upon the accuracy or currency of information contained in this book. Do not use while operating a motor vehicle or heavy equipment. Many suitcases look alike. Visit www.thefloatingpress.com
The Soul of Nicholas Snyders
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Or, The Miser of Zandam
Once upon a time in Zandam, which is by the Zuider Zee, there lived awicked man named Nicholas Snyders. He was mean and hard and cruel, andloved but one thing in the world, and that was gold. And even thatnot for its own sake. He loved the power gold gave him—the power totyrannize and to oppress, the power to cause suffering at his will.They said he had no soul, but there they were wrong. All men own—or,to speak more correctly, are owned by—a soul; and the soul of NicholasSnyders was an evil soul. He lived in the old windmill which still isstanding on the quay, with only little Christina to wait upon him andkeep house for him. Christina was an orphan whose parents had died indebt. Nicholas, to Christina's everlasting gratitude, had clearedtheir memory—it cost but a few hundred florins—in consideration thatChristina should work for him without wages. Christina formed his entirehousehold, and only one willing visitor ever darkened his door, thewidow Toelast. Dame Toelast was rich and almost as great a miser asNicholas himself. "Why should not we two marry?" Nicholas had oncecroaked to the widow Toelast. "Together we should be masters of allZandam." Dame Toelast had answered with a cackling laugh; but Nicholaswas never in haste.
One afternoon Nicholas Snyders sat alone at his desk in the centre ofthe great semi-circular room that took up half the ground floor of thewindmill, and that served him for an office, and there came a knockingat the outer door.
"Come in!" cried Nicholas Snyders. He spoke in a tone quite kind forNicholas Snyders. He felt so sure it was Jan knocking at the door—JanVan der Voort, the young sailor, now master of his own ship, come todemand of him the hand of little Christina. In anticipation, NicholasSnyders tasted the joy of dashing Jan's hopes to the ground; ofhearing him plead, then rave; of watching the growing p