I cried out and my throat suddenly blazed in sharp pain.
"You!" cried the woman in great surprise.
You haven't even cried yet.
Sofia crawled into bed and cried again.
She almost cried in relief.
"Josh," she cried frantically.
"We don't know it's them," Howie cried, sounding anything but convinced.
Her hope flagged, and she cried then tried again.
She woke with a sob, and then cried until the dark mood retreated.
She cried for a few minutes then forced herself up.
Turning her face to the shower, she cried again.
I must have cried out as everyone crowded around the single viewing unit.
She hadn't cried in years, unless it was out of pain from a particularly bad beating.
Martha cried and laughed and hugged each of us, one by one.
She cried until she was too tired to cry more and drifted into a vision, reliving the few moments she spent with Jilian.
She cried out in pain.
"Mansr!" she cried, tears filling her eyes again.
"Oh God," she cried softly.
She cried out as he turned yet another corner and his fading yellow light receded into darkness.
She cried until she could control herself, wiped her face, and drew several shuddering breaths.
"Pull!" cried Dorothy, and as they did so the royal lady leaned toward them and the stems snapped and separated from her feet.
"Oh, what cunning things!" cried Dorothy, catching up one and petting it.
"Fish!" cried Jim, with a sniff.
Don't let those devils get it! he cried, taking some bags of flour himself and throwing them into the street.
"Where's the Elder?" he cried furiously.
"Really!" he cried, "you are such a hero!
"Killed?" cried Denisov, recognizing from a distance the unmistakably lifeless attitude--very familiar to him--in which Petya's body was lying.
She cried again, snuffling and wiping at her nose before she pushed herself off the chair.
Bianca cried, seeing the man as well.
"Get away from me!" she cried, tearing her arm away.
"Please don't—" she cried, yanking at her arms and legs.
She cried and kept talking, her sentences punctuated by sobs.
Sofia almost cried in relief.
Sometimes at night she still hugged his pillow and cried herself to sleep.
The bear cried out and stood on its hind legs, bawling at him.
Dean cried, struggling to maintain his precarious position.
She curled up on her bed and cried herself to sleep.
After chores, she went to bed and cried herself to sleep.
The wild dog cried out sharply once and dropped.
"Goodness!" she cried, grasping the iron rail of the seat.
"Prove it!" cried the Sorcerer.
"Why," cried Dorothy, in amazement, "it's Oz!"
"Why, he's vegetable!" cried the Wizard, astonished.
"Stop, I command you!" cried the Wizard, in an angry tone, and at once began pulling down the rocks to liberate Jim and the piglets.
"Isn't it fine?" cried Dorothy, in a joyous voice, as she sprang out of the buggy and let Eureka run frolicking over the velvety grass.
"I'll bet it's because they ate that peach!" cried the kitten.
"Thank you!" cried the Wizard, joyfully, and at once rubbed a leaf upon the soles of Dorothy's shoes and then upon his own.
"Why, we can see each other again!" cried one, joyfully.
"Why, where's Eureka?" cried Dorothy, suddenly.
"But that isn't young!" cried Dorothy, in amazement.
"Dear me!" cried Dorothy.
"Take us, too!" cried the nine tiny piglets, all in one breath.
I'll race the miserable wooden donkey any day in the week! cried the cab-horse.
"In that case you are very welcome!" cried all the servants, and it pleased the Wizard to note the respect with which the royal retainers bowed before him.
"How horrid of you, Eureka!" cried Dorothy.
"Go!" cried Zeb; and at the word the two horses leaped forward and the race was begun.
"Your Highness," cried the Woggle-Bug, appealing to Ozma, "have I a mind's eye, or haven't I?"
"I refuse to be free," cried the kitten, in a sharp voice, "unless the Wizard can do his trick with eight piglets.
Then one of the officers, who was sitting near the poet, cried out: Stop!
Wolf! they cried, as they met another farmer coming over the hill.
"Mr. Jefferson!" cried the landlord.
Some other officers, who had seen the whole affair, cried out to the captain, Shame!
"Bravo! bravo!" cried his mother, her eyes sparkling with pride.
"Poison, my boy!" cried King Astyages, much alarmed.
"The end of the world has come!" cried some; and they ran about in the darkness.
"This is the last great day!" cried others; and they knelt down and waited.
"Oh, your Majesty!" cried Carl.
"Agreed! agreed!" cried the others.
"And is this the great, beautiful, happy world that I have been told about?" cried the prince.
"What's the matter?" cried the mother.
"How did these clothes come on me?" cried the child.
"Here!" cried the child himself, darting out from his hiding place.
The impulse gone, I fell down and cried for her to take me up in her arms.
Nancy was a bad child when I went to Memphis she cried loud, I whipped her with a stick.
I am sorry for them because they cried much.
The doll cried, too, and stretched out its arms from among the green branches, and looked distressed.
When we crossed over to the Canadian side, I cried, "God save the Queen!"
I almost cried, it was all so real and tragic.
Some of them cried, and the wild man of Borneo shrank from her sweet little face in terror.
We laughed until we cried, she was so serious about it.
"The leaves are as lovely as the flowers!" cried they, in their delight.
"Mind, no holding on!" cried another.
Another voice, from a man of medium height with clear blue eyes, particularly striking among all these drunken voices by its sober ring, cried from the window: "Come here; part the bets!"
"Listen!" cried he, standing there and addressing those in the room.
"Wait!" cried Dolokhov, hammering with the bottle on the window sill to attract attention.
"Shut up!" cried Dolokhov, pushing him away from the window.
"Come on then," cried Pierre.
I know who has been intriguing--I know! cried the princess.
"What are you doing!" she cried vehemently.
"The third, I said the third!" cried the prince abruptly, pushing the letter away, and leaning his elbows on the table he drew toward him the exercise book containing geometrical figures.
"Nonsense, nonsense!" cried the old man, shaking his pigtail to see whether it was firmly plaited, and grasping his by the hand.
"Countess Apraksina, poor thing, has lost her husband and she has cried her eyes out," she said, growing more and more lively.
Who? cried the prince.
Rostov waved his cap above his head like the German and cried laughing, "Und vivat die ganze Welt!"
I lost yesterday like a damned fool! cried Denisov, not pronouncing his r's.
"Nonsense!" he cried, and the veins on his forehead and neck stood out like cords.
"I will allow no one to call me a liar!" cried Rostov.
"Come, that's right, Count!" cried the staff captain, turning round and clapping Rostov on the shoulder with his big hand.
"What brings you here?" cried the officers turning to the newcomer.
Look at me, cried Denisov who, unable to keep still on one spot, kept turning his horse in front of the squadron.
"Ah, Wostov," he cried noticing the cadet's bright face, "you've got it at last."
Come back, Cadet! he cried angrily; and turning to Denisov, who, showing off his courage, had ridden on to the planks of the bridge:
For Christ's sake let me alone! cried the wounded man, but still he was lifted and laid on the stretcher.
"Yes and no mistake!" cried Denisov.
"Impossible!" cried Prince Andrew.
You serpent! cried several voices.
Come back early to dinner, cried several voices.
"Do stop joking, Bilibin," cried Bolkonski.
"And who are you?" cried the officer, turning on him with tipsy rage, "who are you?
Sacre nom...! cried he angrily.
"Lift it two lines more and it will be just right," cried he in a feeble voice to which he tried to impart a dashing note, ill-suited to his weak figure.
As if urging each other on, the soldiers cried at each shot: Fine!
"Don't be unkind," cried Anna Pavlovna from her end of the table holding up a threatening finger.
"How understand me!" cried her father angrily.
"Denisov, don't make fun of it!" cried Rostov.
Steady! he cried to his fidgeting horse.
"Your honor, there he is!" cried one of the hussars behind him.
"Lads, it's not the first village you've had to take," cried he.
"The Apsherons must be stopped, your excellency," cried he.
The young count! he cried, recognizing his young master.
"No, no!" cried Natasha, "she and I have already talked it over.
"Oh, what nonsense!" cried Natasha, laughing.
"That's it, that's it!" exclaimed the count, and gaily seizing his son by both hands, he cried, "Now I've got you, so take the sleigh and pair at once, and go to Bezukhov's, and tell him 'Count Ilya has sent you to ask for strawberries and fresh pineapples.'
"To the health of our Sovereign, the Emperor!" he cried, and at the same moment his kindly eyes grew moist with tears of joy and enthusiasm.
All rose and cried "Hurrah!"
"Cover yourself!" even Denisov cried to his adversary.
"There's nothing for me to understand," she cried out with resolute self-will, "he is wicked and heartless.
"Ah, and here's Nicholas!" cried Natasha, running up to him.
Nonsense! cried the count, suddenly reddening with an apoplectic flush over neck and nape as old people do.
"Now, what are you pestewing me for?" cried Denisov, suddenly losing his temper.
"How can you judge what's best?" he cried, the blood suddenly rushing to his face.
"Don't laugh, stop!" cried Natasha.
"That's not the way, that's not the way, Sonya!" cried Natasha turning her head and clutching with both hands at her hair which the maid who was dressing it had not time to release.
Don't come in, Papa! she cried to her father as he opened the door--speaking from under the filmy skirt which still covered her whole face.
"She does, I know," Pierre cried fiercely.
"You know that from the very day you first came to Otradnoe I have loved you," she cried, quite convinced that she spoke the truth.
Natasha suddenly cried, and again burst into sobs.
"Yes, yes, yes!" cried Natasha, joyfully.
"Back!" cried Simon to a borzoi that was pushing forward out of the wood.
Nicholas cried in despair.
"More, please, more!" cried Natasha at the door as soon as the balalayka ceased.
"Well, little countess; that's it--come on!" cried "Uncle," with a joyous laugh, having finished the dance.
"Sonya, what is this?" she cried, twanging a thick string.
She is the first person in this house; she's my best friend, cried the prince.
"Oh, my God, Count, there are moments when I would marry anybody!" she cried suddenly to her own surprise and with tears in her voice.
Now what are you dawdling for? she cried to the maids.
"Oh, my enchantress!" she cried to the blushing Natasha.
"One word, just one, for God's sake!" cried Anatole.
"Don't talk nonsense!" cried Marya Dmitrievna.
"Ah, Sonya, if you only knew how happy I am!" cried Natasha.
"But think what you are doing," cried Sonya.
I shall tell! cried Sonya, bursting into tears.
"But I can't live without him!" cried Natasha.
Natasha cried angrily, in a voice of despair and repressed irritation.
She cried as she said good-by to Uncle, Sonya remembered.
"Go to the devil!" cried Anatole and, clutching his hair, left the room, but returned at once and dropped into an armchair in front of Dolokhov with his feet turned under him.
Don't make jokes! cried Anatole, suddenly rolling his eyes.
Hurrah!... he cried, and emptying his glass flung it on the floor.
Let's go! cried Anatole.
"Go!" he cried, twisting the reins round his hands, and the troyka tore down the Nikitski Boulevard.
"I have no betrothed: I have refused him!" cried Natasha.
"But what did you want?" cried Marya Dmitrievna, growing angry again.
Marya Dmitrievna was to speak again but Natasha cried out:
Prince Andrew interrupted him and cried sharply: Yes, ask her hand again, be magnanimous, and so on?...
"Ah, he has passed judgment... passed judgement!" said the old man in a low voice and, as it seemed to Prince Andrew, with some embarrassment, but then he suddenly jumped up and cried: "Be off, be off!
"Don't mess Mary Hendrikhovna's dress!" cried other voices.
Before Rostov had decided what to do with him, the officer cried, "I surrender!"
"What a darling our Papa is!" she cried, kissing him, and she again looked at Pierre with the unconscious coquetry that had returned to her with her better spirits.
Be quiet, I tell you! cried the count, with a glance at his wife, who had turned pale and was staring fixedly at her son.
"He is the enemy of mankind!" cried another.
That's not right! cried the prince, and himself pushed it a few inches from the corner and then closer in again.
For Christ's sake think of us! cried his wife, referring to the rumors of war and the enemy.
"Stop that!" cried Alpatych sternly.
"You're first!" cried Ilyin, flushed.
Traitors! cried Rostov unmeaningly in a voice not his own, gripping Karp by the collar.
Kutuzov suddenly cried in an agitated voice, evidently picturing vividly to himself from Prince Andrew's story the condition Russia was in.
"It's time, Count; it's time!" cried the adjutant.
"To your places!" cried the young officer to the men gathered round Pierre.
"Oh, she nearly knocked our gentleman's hat off!" cried the red-faced humorist, showing his teeth chaffing Pierre.
"Lie down!" cried the adjutant, throwing himself flat on the ground.
"Pick him up, lift him, it's all the same!" cried someone.
"We kicked him out from there so that he chucked everything, we grabbed the King himself!" cried he, looking around him with eyes that glittered with fever.
What are you waiting for? he cried angrily to the dressers.
"I won't!" cried Natasha, with one hand holding back the hair that hung over her perspiring face, while with the other she pressed down the carpets.
"What business is it of yours?" cried the count.
To the devil, the devil, the devil... cried the old count.
You'll sit on the box, won't you, Petya? cried Natasha.
Stop, stop! she cried to the coachman.
This is wonderful! she cried, holding out her hand to him.
"Talk indeed!" cried the thin one.
"I'll give you something gently, you monkey you!" cried Mavra Kuzminichna, raising her arm threateningly.
The lad with the turned-up sleeve gave the smith a blow in the face and cried wildly: "They're fighting us, lads!"
Reading an ukase! cried voices in the crowd, and the people rushed toward the reader.
"Draw sabers!" cried the dragoon officer, drawing his own.
"Ah!" cried Vereshchagin in meek surprise, looking round with a frightened glance as if not understanding why this was done to him.
Pull up, I tell you! he cried in a piercing voice, and again shouted something breathlessly with emphatic intonations and gestures.
Thrice will I overthrow it and thrice re-establish it! he cried, raising his voice higher and higher.
"Go fas... faster!" he cried in a trembling voice to his coachman.
Our King of Naples, who knows what's what, cried 'Bravo!'
Sonya had cried and begged to be forgiven and now, as if trying to atone for her fault, paid unceasing attention to her cousin.
"On ne passe pas!" * cried a voice.
"This way, uncle," cried the girl.
Haven't you seen a child? cried Pierre.
He cried like a child when the doctor told him the case was dangerous.
"Ah, Nikita Ivanych!" cried Nicholas, rising politely, and as if wishing Nikita Ivanych to share his joke, he began to tell him of his intention to elope with a blonde lady.
Why do you come in without being called? cried Nicholas, quickly changing his attitude.
"No, it's not possible!" he cried aloud.
"Yes, yes!" cried Natasha opening her eyes wide, and vaguely recalling that Sonya had told her something about Prince Andrew whom she had seen lying down.
"Yes, yes, it really was pink!" cried Natasha, who now thought she too remembered the word pink being used, and saw in this the most extraordinary and mysterious part of the prediction.
Little Nicholas cried because his heart was rent by painful perplexity.
The countess and Sonya cried from pity for Natasha and because he was no more.
The old count cried because he felt that before long, he, too, must take the same terrible step.
May I stay with you? cried Petya.
Petya cried, stopping outside the door.
I'll go with you! cried Petya.
Yes, yes, certainly! cried Petya, blushing almost to tears and glancing at Denisov.
"A vos places!" * suddenly cried a voice.
Natasha!... cried the countess.
"Now then, all together--shove!" cried the voices, and the huge surface of the wall, sprinkled with snow and creaking with frost, was seen swaying in the gloom of the night.
"It's not true, not true!" cried Pierre.
"Oh, Nicholas, how can you talk like that?" cried Sonya, hardly able to conceal her delight.
"But why, Count, why?" she almost cried, unconsciously moving closer to him.
"Such an insolent scoundrel!" he cried, growing hot again at the mere recollection of him.
She never cried from pain or vexation, but always from sorrow or pity, and when she wept her radiant eyes acquired an irresistible charm.
She cried as a child does, because her nose had to be cleared, and so on.
Natasha cried, and her eyes glittered coldly and vindictively.
Destiny cried harder, clinging to her hands and trying to get back into her arms.
Deidre cried, heart racing.
She cried as if she was losing him.
For a while she cried, and then she finally slept.
She'd cried herself senseless before falling into a sleep too heavy to bring her any real rest.
She cried out and arched, blinded by pain as he held her against the wall.
He never cried, but intense emotion painted his expression.
"Look out!" cried Dorothy, who noticed that the beautiful man did not look where he was going; "be careful, or you'll fall off!"
"We salute your Royal Highness!" cried the Wizard, kneeling and kissing her hand.
"Fish!" cried the kitten.
"Oh, Eureka!" cried Dorothy, "did you eat the bones?"
"Here are strangers, mama!" cried the shrill and childish voice of some unseen person.
"Nonsense!" cried several of the piglets, together.
"Gid-dap!" cried the boy, and at the word Jim slowly trotted into the courtyard and drew the buggy along the jewelled driveway to the great entrance of the royal palace.
"Halt!" he cried to the men who were with him.
After that, whenever the children were hungry, they cried out, "Becos! becos! becos!" till the shepherd gave them something to eat.
"Princesse, au revoir," cried he, stumbling with his tongue as well as with his feet.
Good man! cried he, addressing Pierre.
Charming! cried Natasha, as she stood in the middle of the room smoothing out the folds of the gauze.
Daniela cried, and flew past her toward the rocks.
Hannah cried, pointing to the doorway they'd just passed to one of the mid-level floors.
"Let me alone; it's not true!" she cried angrily to him.
"That's the worst thing you've ever said to me!" she cried, offended.