XXVIII. The Miser
Death has burst into his strong room, where he is sitting among his chests and bags of gold, and, seated on a stool, deliberately collects into a large dish the money on the table which the miser had been counting. In an agony of terror and despair, the poor man seems to implore forebearance on the part of his unwelcome visitor.

Text from the 1947 Sylvan Press edition


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