I'm currently reading "Wuthering Heights" by Emily Bronte, that lady painted up there. I'm about 1/3 of the way into it & this is my favorite passage so far:
"He took a seat opposite Catherine, who kept her gaze fixed on him as if she feared he would vanish were she to remove it. He did not raise his to her often: a quick glance now and then sufficed; but it flashed back, each time more confidently, the undisguised delight he drank from hers. They were too much absorbed in their mutual joy to suffer embarrassment."