`` She and ` Mascot ' are ties now -- both have won two heats . One more for either will decide it . This is a good day for the races . Excuse me . '' He leaned over and brushed a scrap of paper from her grey cloak . She shivered slightly . `` 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 XXXXX consider her novel-reading .
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