Count Giuseppe Volpi, 67, felt like a blooming magnoliaone of the pink & white magnolias that were bursting into flower again in Lausanne's formal gardens. For another spring had come to the new ruins of old Europe, amidst which the Count was somewhat surprised to find himself alive. From the Beau-Rivage Hotel, Mussolini's ex-finance minister could watch the Lake of Geneva reflect the blue sky as in a sun-flecked mirror. Some mornings were so crisp that the Count could see clear across to Evians-les-Bainson the French shore, where, in the evil old days before the war, he and...
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