agony *

When he called her the next day, she was still in agony.

And I'm in my own kind of agony up here.

He was in agony, trying not to make a sound.

The agony lives with him, almost every moment of his day.

And through his own agony he went after him again.

He had never heard such agony in a human voice.

A couple of hours into the night and he was in agony.

They had never seen such agony in a man's eyes before.

The agony would be like nothing he had ever felt before.

And now, my father, the agony of the fire was such as may not be told.

But the waiting and agony had gone on long enough.

At first, it was three or four minutes of agony a day.

It was agony to hear these words read to me.

There was too much agony on the land and the water.

The only problem seemed to be that he was in agony himself.

It was an agony not to be able to hold her.

And every day of that you would be in agony.

Low as it was, I could hear the agony in his voice.

No use going through all that agony for a baby.

It was agony to get up after so short a night's rest.

Ever and again he saw his father's face in its final agony.

The thought was agony in itself, but it had to be done.

He turned away so that she would not see his agony.

Do not turn your back upon us now that we are in our agony.

It is to her an agony to tell us so much as she has done.