• She felt like a chess player who, by the clever handling of his pieces, sees the game taking the course intended. Her eyes were bright and tender with a smile as they glanced up into his; and her lips looked hungry for the kiss which they invited.

    Kate Chopin, Nina Baym, Alyssa Harad (2004). “The Awakening and Selected Stories of Kate Chopin”, p.217, Simon and Schuster