1 She began to cry, and he felt as if every one of her tears were pouring over him like burning lead.
2 Her cry steadied him, though it deepened his wrath and pity.
3 Scarlett had a sudden treacherous desire to cry out, "But you've been happy, and you and Mother aren't alike," but she repressed it, fearing that he would box her ears for her impertinence.
4 Scarlett longed to be there now, alone with Ellen, so she could put her head in her mother's lap and cry in peace.
5 "I should cry into my pillow every night," said Scarlett, meaning to be flippant, but he took the statement at face value and went red with pleasure.
6 If she could only be with Ellen, just to see her, to hold onto her skirt, to cry and pour out the whole story in her lap.
7 "Oh, now I've made you cry, too," sobbed Pittypat, in a pleased way, fumbling in her skirt pocket for her handkerchief.
8 Poor thing, she gets that queer look and I know she's trying not to cry.
9 But in the morning-- There now, don't cry.
10 "But it's true," answered Melanie and she began to cry softly.
11 "Lawd, Miss Melly, doan cry hyah on Peachtree Street," groaned Uncle Peter, hastening his horse's pace.
12 She wished that she could cry, do something to ease the iron fingers that were digging into her throat.
13 It's terrible when women can't cry.
14 She wanted to cry but the tears would not come.
15 It hurt so terribly to cry, but not so much as not being able to cry.