She took out her pill box and opened it , a little fearfully . The toad ointment was there , dark and unpleasant enough to view . Janet tiptoed breathlessly to the bed and gingerly scraped the tip of her finger in the ointment . She said so little would be enough -- oh , I hope I 'm not doing wrong . Trembling with excitement , she brushed lightly the white lids of Avery 's eyes . Avery stirred and opened them . Janet guiltily thrust her pill box behind her . `` Randall is downstairs asking for you , Avery . '' Avery sat up , looking annoyed . She had not expected Randall that evening and would greatly have preferred a continuance of her nap . She went down crossly enough , but looking very lovely , flushed from sleep . Janet stood in their room , clasping her cold hands nervously over her breast . Would the charm work ? 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 XXXXX her rosy , delighted , excited face .
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