Kate Chopin,
Bayou Folk — A No-Account Creole…
(1894)
“ Wallace Offdean was like one to whom a divinity had revealed his vocation in life, - no less a divinity because it was love. If doubts assailed him of Euphrasie’s consent, they were soon stilled. For had they not spoken over and over to each other the mute and subtile language of reciprocal love – out under the forest trees, and in the quiet night-time on the plantation when the stars shone? ”
