1 Retty Priddle cried herself to sleep.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 3 The Rally: XXI 2 Then Durbeyfield began to shovel in the earth, and the children cried anew.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 1 The Maiden: IV 3 They pulled on in silence till Tess, without any premonitory symptoms, burst out crying.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 5 The Woman Pays: XLIII 4 "She must have seen what he was after, and should ha refused him," cried Retty spasmodically.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 4 The Consequence: XXIX 5 He heard me crying about you, and he bitterly taunted me; and called you by a foul name; and then I did it.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 7 Fulfilment: LVII 6 From the furthest east to the furthest west the cries spread as if by contagion, accompanied in some cases by the barking of a dog.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 3 The Rally: XVI 7 He felt how richly he deserved the reproach that the wounded cry conveyed, and, in a sorrow that was inexpressible, leapt down and took her hand.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 5 The Woman Pays: XL 8 She loved him so passionately, and he was so godlike in her eyes; and being, though untrained, instinctively refined, her nature cried for his tutelary guidance.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 4 The Consequence: XXIX 9 Having seen that it was really her lover who had advanced, and no one else, her lips parted, and she sank upon him in her momentary joy, with something very like an ecstatic cry.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 3 The Rally: XXIV 10 In the blue of the morning that fragile soldier and servant breathed his last, and when the other children awoke they cried bitterly, and begged Sissy to have another pretty baby.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 2 Maiden No More: XIV 11 When the infant had taken its fill, the young mother sat it upright in her lap, and looking into the far distance, dandled it with a gloomy indifference that was almost dislike; then all of a sudden she fell to violently kissing it some dozens of times, as if she could never leave off, the child crying at the vehemence of an onset which strangely combined passionateness with contempt.
Tess of the d'Urbervilles By Thomas HardyContextHighlight In PART 2 Maiden No More: XIV