Oh , she must know -- she must know . She could not wait . After a few moments that seemed like years she crept down the stairs and out into the dusk of the June-warm September night . Like a shadow she slipped up to the open parlour window and looked cautiously in between the white muslin curtains . The next minute she had fallen on her knees in the mint bed . She wished she could die then and there . The young man in the parlour was not Randall Burnley . He was dark and smart and handsome ; he was sitting on the sofa by Avery 's side , holding her hands in his , smiling into her rosy , delighted , excited face . And he was Bruce Gordon -- no doubt of that . Bruce Gordon , the expected cousin from Scotland ! `` Oh , what have I done ? What have I done ? '' moaned poor Janet , wringing her hands . She had seen Avery 's face quite plainly -- had seen the look in her eyes . Avery had never looked at Randall Burnley like that . Granny Thomas ' abominable ointment had worked all right -- and Avery had fallen in love with the wrong man . Janet , cold with horror and remorse , dragged herself up to the window again and listened . She must know -- she must be sure . She could hear only a word here and there , but that word was enough . `` I thought you promised to wait for me , Avery , '' Bruce said reproachfully .
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