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The warm, beautiful sun let the beams of its light escape over all of France. One day in the middle of August, when the train coming from Paris to Marseille arrived at a station in the…
No, Anton Wanzl was not good. He lacked love, he lacked heart. He did only what he thought was clever and sensible. He gave no love and asked for none. He never needed any affection, any tenderness…