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Oppenheim, E. Phillips (Edward Phillips), 1866-1946

"A Millionaire of Yesterday"


"So they tell me! I've been rather lucky haven't I, for a beginner?
I found a good trainer, and I had second call on Cannon, who's
riding him. If you care to back him for a trifle, I think you'll be
all right, although the odds are nothing to speak of."
She was walking by his side now towards the quieter end of the
paddock.
"I hear you have been to Torquay," he said, looking at her
critically, "it seems to have agreed with you. You are looking
well!"
She returned his glance with slightly uplifted eyebrows, intending
to convey by that and her silence a rebuke to his boldness. He was
blandly unconscious, however, of her intent, being occupied just
then in returning the greetings of passers-by. She bit her lip
and looked straight ahead.
"After all," he said, "unless you are very keen on seeing Iris, I
think we'd better give it up. There are too many people around her
already."
"Just as you like," she answered, "only it seems a shame that you
shouldn't look over your own horse before the race if you want to.
Would you like to try alone?"
"Certainly not," he answered. "I shall see plenty of her later.
Are you fond of horses?"
"Very."
"Go to many race-meetings?"
"Whenever I get the chance! - I always come here.


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