If Henry Kissinger's Middle East marathon was a grueling chore for him, it was also something less than a honeymoon for his new wife Nancy. Like her husband, she was constantly shadowed by a hovering clutch of Secret Service men on the breathless course from Algeria to Egypt to Jordan, and back and forth between Syria and Israel. One of the agents even swam parallel with her, stroke for stroke, when she came down to the pool from the sixth-floor apartment that she and her husband occupied at Jerusalem's King David Hotel.
Though Nancy...
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