Far off across the flats, at the edge of the town, an electric car went by, stringing out a long row of diamond sparks on the overhead wires.
"Say, Miss Trina," said McTeague, after a while, "what's the good of waiting any longer?
Why can't us two get married ?" Trina still shook her head, saying "No" instinctively, in spite of herself.
"Why not ?" persisted McTeague.

"Don't you like me well enough ?" "Yes." "Then why not ?" "Because." "Ah, come on," he said, but Trina still shook her head.
"Ah, come on," urged McTeague.

He could think of nothing else to say, repeating the same phrase over and over again to all her refusals.
"Ah, come on! Ah, come on!" Suddenly he took her in his enormous arms, crushing down her struggle with his immense strength.

Then Trina gave up, all in an instant, turning her head to his.

They kissed each other, grossly, full in the mouth.
A roar and a jarring of the earth suddenly grew near and passed them in a reek of steam and hot air.