Up the grey, placid Hudson, the thin February sun warmed the riverbend known for three centuries as Long Reach. The wind of the thaw, mild and clean-smelling, searched through the ancient maples and the baby spruce over the 1,200 acres.
High above the river the big stone-and-stucco mansion house stood in its park, dignified, comfortable, a little shabby. Trees, paths, lawns and gardens, groomed carefully by five generations of gardeners, looked dull now in the winter tag-end. But inside the spacious mansion at Hyde Park there was warmth and gayety, perhaps in the...
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