It was the Overland, with its flaming headlight, on its way across the continent.
The passage of the train startled them both.

Trina struggled to free herself from McTeague.

"Oh, please! please!" she pleaded, on the point of tears.

McTeague released her, but in that moment a slight, a barely perceptible, revulsion of feeling had taken place in him.

The instant that Trina gave up, the instant she allowed him to kiss her, he thought less of her.