A crowd of 200 citizens lined up respectfully behind the rope barriers and watched as the 125-ft. yacht North Wind backed up to the quay at the thyme-scented village of Epidaurus. A tall, handsome young woman stepped from the yacht and walked the length of the pier alone, followed at a distance by her four yachting companions. She was tawny with the Aegean sun, barelegged, dressed casually in a sleeveless beige dress—and it was hard to realize that she was the same Jacqueline Kennedy who had swept like a queen through Paris, Vienna and...
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