`` You are cold ! This stand is draughty . '' `` I am not at all cold , thank you . What race is this ? -- oh ! the three-minute one . '' She bent forward with assumed interest to watch the scoring . She was breathing heavily . There were tears in her eyes -- she bit her lips savagely and glared at the track until they were gone . Presently he spoke again , in the low , even tone demanded by circumstances . `` This is a curious meeting , is it not ? -- quite a flavor of romance ! By-the-way , do you read as many novels as ever ? '' She fancied there was mockery in his tone . She remembered how very frivolous he used to consider her novel-reading . Besides , she resented the personal tinge . What right had he ? `` Almost as many , '' she answered carelessly . `` I was very intolerant , was n't I ? '' he said after a pause .
`` You thought so -- you were XXXXX .
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