The mystery was over, and the rumors which had had him everywhere from the Mayo Clinic to Londonwere disproved. On doctor's orders Franklin Roosevelt had treated himself to the most thoroughgoing rest of his eleven years in the White House.
For four long weeks he had slept twelve hours every night in the indolent air of Hobcaw Barony, Bernard Baruch's 23,000-acre South Carolina plantation, 60 miles north of Charleston. He had sunned himself on the pier that juts out into the brackish waters of Winyah Bay. He had cast for bass in plantation...
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