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‘I see that the Liverpool Grand National Steeplechase is to come off at Aintree on the 25th of March,' Mrs. Banneret had said, at breakfast, one morning. ‘Your father has decided to take us to that great race, which I feel certain we shall all enjoy. Even I must renew my youth, and recall the days when I used to ride-actually _ride_ to the country race-meeting held at Appin, near Barham Court, our old home in New South Wales. My eldest brother always rode in the principal steeplechase. And what tremendous excitement there was when he won!'
‘How delightful! ' said Vanda. ‘What was the name of the dear horse?'