Virginia Woolf: A Tribute
The first time I saw Virginia Woolf was when I went to a garden-party given by her famous father, Leslie Stephen. I knew no one at that party, but my attention was riveted upon two beautiful young women. They were standing side by side, dressed in white muslin, with grass-green ribands round their waists. They wore hats like those which are worn today, bunched up with bouquets of flowers on the crowns and tied with black velvet bows at the back. I asked someone who they were and was told: ‘They are the daughters of our host; one is called Vanessa and the other Virginia’.
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