The summer of 1925 was the kind of summer that people write about in books, the kind that makes you
It began at a garden party in East Hampton, the sort of event where the flowers cost more than most people earned in a year and the guests spoke in voices so polished they might have been reflecting light rather than carrying sound. Daisy was twenty-one, the daughter of a shipping magnate who had arrived in America with nothing and built an empire on the backs of men who would never know his...
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