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 . `` You were so long in coming back -- I thought you had forgotten me , '' cried Avery . `` I think I did forget a little , Avery . I was such a boy . But now -- well , thank Heaven , I have n't come too late . '' There was a silence , and shameless Janet , peering above the window sill , saw what she saw . It was enough . She crept away upstairs to her room . She was lying there across the bed when Avery swept in -- a splendid , transfigured Avery , flushed triumphant . Janet sat up , pallid , tear-stained , and looked at her . `` Janet , '' said Avery , `` I am going to marry Bruce Gordon next Wednesday night instead of Randall Burnley . '' Janet sprang forward and caught Avery 's hand . `` You must not , '' she cried wildly . `` It 's all my fault -- oh , if I could only die -- I got the love ointment from Granny Thomas to rub on your eyes to make you love the first man you would see . I meant it to be Randall -- I thought it was Randall -- oh , Avery ! '' Avery had been listening , between amazement and anger . Now anger mastered amazement . `` Janet Sparhallow , '' she cried , `` are you crazy ?
Or do you mean XXXXX you went to Granny Thomas -- you , a Sparhallow !
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