Drunk and crying, she didn't bother opening her eyes.
He thought she was crying about last night.
Oh for crying out loud, Mary.
And then when I heard you crying in the bathroom.
Dean could hear the sound of Cynthia crying and then the click as she hung up the extension.
The kid was crying and began tugging on her coat.
She kept on lamenting and crying, continued the woman.
She started crying and holding her arms up to Carmen.
Destiny suddenly stopped crying and stared at the door.
For crying out loud, Cindy, he'll be devastated, Mary interrupted.
I'd never stop crying if I had to leave.
Furious, he shoved himself up from the crying god and paced.
Darian was crying, and her head hurt.
She was on the verge of crying again.
She sat in the bathroom and ran the shower to cover the sound of her crying, completely lost as to what to do.
They saw the mother robin flying about, and crying to her mate.
Would you like to kiss me? she whispered almost inaudibly, glancing up at him from under her brows, smiling, and almost crying from excitement.
I heard an infant baby crying, Brenda moaned as she too, began to cry.
One time she was crying so when she went to the bathroom, I read it.
My later proved to be several hours when I opened eyes to a crying wife, white covers, bright lights, stuff attached to me and lots of pain.
He told us so if he heard the child crying, we'd no he had company.
I could tell from Julie's voice, she was either crying of close to it.
Julie began crying in earnest.
He was crying unabashedly.
She jumped toward the child, apparently crying out and evoking a threatening wave of the knife by Grasso.
She started crying again.
"Come back to me, Jonny," she whispered, crying as she placed her hands on his face.
His crying and shifting distracted her from the strange world around her and made her head pulse, as if he were trying to pry his way into her unwilling mind.
I don't know what to do with a crying woman, Han had typed.
Darian wasn't crying for once, and his voice almost too hushed to make out.
She was crying, because his master was going to hurt her.
From the host's room came the sounds of a child crying, the despairing sobs of a woman, and the hoarse angry shouting of Ferapontov.
Mademoiselle Bourienne at once began crying again and kissed that hand, speaking of the princess' sorrow and making herself a partner in it.
The youngest child, a boy of about seven, who wore an overcoat and an immense cap evidently not his own, was crying in his old nurse's arms.
Sounds of crying and screaming came from somewhere in the distance outside, and flames were visible through the cracks of the shed, but inside it was quiet and dark.
They sat a little while downstairs near his room till they had left off crying and were able to go to him with calm faces.
When Princess Mary began to cry, he understood that she was crying at the thought that little Nicholas would be left without a father.
He understood it completely, and, leaving the room without crying, went silently up to Natasha who had come out with him and looked shyly at her with his beautiful, thoughtful eyes, then his uplifted, rosy upper lip trembled and leaning his head against her he began to cry.
She felt like crying again.
He propped her up, and she sagged against him, unable to keep from crying at the thought of one sworn to protect humanity nearly killing her!
Her brother had guessed right: the little princess had been crying after dinner and had spoken of her forebodings about her confinement, and how she dreaded it, and had complained of her fate, her father-in-law, and her husband.
After crying she had fallen asleep.