weep *

And in another moment, he would be weeping like a child.

A little while later she called her husband, and said to him, weeping.

I was weeping for the second time in two days.

At one point he even heard his own mother's voice, weeping and trying to call him home.

She has been weeping ever since he asked her, on their second night, to move a little.

She put her head down on the table and wept.

I just wept, and called out to my mother for help.

He went back to bed and wept until they came for him.

Then I looked again, and saw why she had wept.

She thought of the child inside her and could have wept.

A moment later she was weeping in her father's arms.

Both boys were weeping now, and so was their mother.

He wept at night, when his mother could not hear him.

After a little while, I went into another room and wept again.

David held his hands in front of him and wept.

So I let go of her and cover my face, weeping.

As we left I could hear one of the girls weeping.

The people wept, they did not want him to go.

She had, in fact, been weeping on and off 11 morning.

They spent their last night in one another's arms weeping.

The thought of it makes me want to start weeping again.

It made her want to begin weeping all over again.

The little boy who had run weeping into her arms was a man again.

She was last seen in this time period weeping over her mother's dead body.

I had sent for him to take me back, weeping, upon the third day.