She continued to hold onto him, sobs wracking her body.
She continued to cry in muffled sobs against his chest.
Consumed with sobs, Dulce simply shook her head.
She was sure he would speak soft, tender words to her such as her father had uttered before his death, and that she would not be able to bear it and would burst into sobs in his presence.
Deep uncontrollable sobs squeezed the breath from her lungs.
The stored tears continued to flow and the sobs wracked her body, robbing it of the ability to speak – barely allowing a breath to be drawn.
Not the long deep sobs of earlier, but a cleansing cry.
I closed my eyes and swallowed my sobs on the short trip to the police facility.
Renewed by the blood, more sobs wracked her body as she thought of Damian and how badly she'd destroyed any plan Dustin or Jule could make.
He could still hear her stifled sobs as he cautiously moved down the slope, wedging his foot against rocks and small vegetation for purchase.
Burying her face in her hands, she let the sobs rule.
She pried glass free with shaking hands between sobs, then set her foot down and did the same for the other.
Nishani didn't resist when he wrapped his arms around her but began to cry the soul-deep sobs he remembered from his youth.
She began to cry, her sobs muffled as she leaned forward against her arms.
Whenever she seemed to be getting herself under control, a fresh bout of sobs would begin.
In a flood of tears and half-controlled sobs she got to her feet, and handkerchief to her face, dashed across the room toward the entrance.
When her sobs began to subside, he spoke in as calm a voice as he could muster.
She was unable to control the sobs that ravaged her body.
Sobs welled up in her throat, forcing streams of tears from her eyes.
She buried her face in her hands as long agonizing sobs wracked her body to the core.
As the sobs subsided, so did reason.
Uncontrollable sobs wracked her body as she clung to the tiny sweater.
Her mother and father-in-law sat in front of the crushed structure, hunched over while their sobs reaching her ears.
The execution was a military and not a national act, and at the last scene on the scaffold the triumphant shouts of the soldiery could not overwhelm the groans and sobs raised by the populace.
Every muscle of Telyanin's pale, terrified face began to quiver, his eyes still shifted from side to side but with a downward look not rising to Rostov's face, and his sobs were audible.
Pierre, hardly restraining his sobs, began running toward Dolokhov and was about to cross the space between the barriers, when Dolokhov cried:
"It's nothing, Mamma, really it's nothing; only Petya startled me," she said, trying to smile, but her tears still flowed and sobs still choked her.
Natasha did not change her position, but her whole body heaved with noiseless, convulsive sobs which choked her.
And she burst into sobs with the despairing vehemence with which people bewail disasters they feel they have themselves occasioned.
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.
On seeing the soldiers he was about to shout at them, but suddenly stopped and, clutching at his hair, burst into sobs and laughter:
When he reached her vehicle, he could hear her anguished sobs through the closed windows.
The comic efforts with which he moved his tongue made her drop her eyes and with difficulty repress the sobs that rose to her throat.
Princess Mary pressed her head against his hand, trying to hide her sobs and tears.
His sobs ceased, he pointed to his eyes, and Tikhon, understanding him, wiped away the tears.
Her throat quivered with convulsive sobs and, afraid of weakening and letting the force of her anger run to waste, she turned and rushed headlong up the stairs.
Sonya burst into hysterical tears and replied through her sobs that she would do anything and was prepared for anything, but gave no actual promise and could not bring herself to decide to do what was demanded of her.
When Natasha opened Prince Andrew's door with a familiar movement and let Princess Mary pass into the room before her, the princess felt the sobs in her throat.
The sobs rose higher and higher in her throat as she more and more clearly distinguished his form and her shortsighted eyes tried to make out his features, and then she saw his face and met his gaze.
On seeing his face and meeting his eyes Princess Mary's pace suddenly slackened, she felt her tears dry up and her sobs ceased.
He had evidently run out of that room to give vent to the sobs that were choking him.
When he saw Natasha he waved his arms despairingly and burst into convulsively painful sobs that distorted his soft round face.