It was quite beyond her to realize them clearly; she could not know what they meant.

Until that rainy day by the shore of the bay Trina had lived her life with as little self-consciousness as a tree.
She was frank, straightforward, a healthy, natural human being, without sex as yet.

She was almost like a boy.

At once there had been a mysterious disturbance.

The woman within her suddenly awoke.
Did she love McTeague?
Difficult question.