Not Muriel, after all. The blonde prettiness of Muriel looked positively ineffectual beside this vivid brunette. She, yes! she must be "THE" girl he'd meant.
Here was a discovery.
But the annihilating part of it was this—that I minded horribly.
For in a flash I felt that I could not deny it to myself. No longer could I pretend to my own heart. Jealous I was, more so than I'd ever been before. But now it was not because of Harry at all. It never would be Harry again.
It was mad pain to me to see a woman—any woman—bent upon attracting Dick Holiday.
Yes, I'd come to the truth now. This had shown it to me.
At last I realized that I was in love with him....
Here was a discovery, wasn't it?
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In love with Captain Holiday! Of all people in the world!