"Where now?" Antonia asked, wheeling her chestnut mare, as they turned up
High Street, Oxford City. "I won't go back the same way, Dick!"
"We could have a gallop on Port Meadow, cross the Upper River twice, and get home that way; but you 'll be tired."
Antonia shook her head. Aslant her cheek the brim of a straw hat threw a curve of shade,
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