For the matter of that, he liked all girls pretty well.

Just now the singleness and strength of McTeague's passion startled him.

McTeague would marry Trina that very afternoon if she would have him; but would he--Marcus?
No, he would not; if it came to that, no, he would not.

Yet he knew he liked Trina.

He could say--yes, he could say--he loved her.