He neither spoke nor loosed his hold for some five minutes, during which period he bestowed more kisses than ever he gave in his
life before, I daresay: but then my mistress had kissed him first, and I plainly saw that he could hardly bear, for downright agony, to look into her face! The same conviction had stricken him as me, from the instant he beheld her, that there was no prospect of ultimate recovery there—she was fated, sure to die.
This a passage from a novel called "Wuthering Heights" written by Emily Brontë in 1847 under the anonymous name of Ellis Bell. The plot goes about the mostly toxic-romantic love triangle and family issues between two male characters and the female lead of the story. It is today considered a book that's part of the classic literature.
