YOURS WITH ALL MY HEART 



wharf, with its anchored fleet, or flock of 

 white sails scudding out to the broad ex- 

 panse of sea and sky beyond, fringed on 

 either side with jutting spurs of pine-clad 

 hills. I knew this dear home well later, but 

 neither family guessed, when these two 

 homes were finished, how close they would 

 grow to each other. 



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