"Now, she realized, the crisis of the day had come. Was he going to kiss her, or something? And could she repel him, after all he had done for her? How many couples had she seen in this posture, in dim lamp-lit patches, murmuring their fervent mysteries against railings, and how little she had dreamed that she would ever be enrolled in that strange corps! But here she was, as though she had been doing it all her life."
- Patrick Hamilton, Twenty Thousand Streets Under the Sky.