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So well she knew them both! yet as she
Into the room, and heard their
Of tragic meshes knotted with her name,
And saw them, foes, but meeting each with
Closer than friends, souls bared through enmity,
Beneath their startled gaze she thought that
Broke as the stranger on their conference,
And stole abashed from thence.
Victoria Sackville West
Victoria Mary Sackville-West, Lady Nicolson, CH (9 March 1892 – 2 June 1962), usually known as Vita Sackville-West, was an English author and ga
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