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Slightly Foxed: or, the Widower of Bayswater: William Plomer

Decades ago wits, poets and dukes Circled like planets round Gloria Jukes, Bluestocking, tuft-hunter, grande amoureuse- Was ever a salon brilliant as hers? Her name still turns up though she’s turned up her toes, You meet her in memoirs, they … Continue reading

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