1 I could hear the tears in his voice.
2 I could not speak; my emotion was too great for even the relief of tears.
3 He stood up and then sat down again, and the tears rained down his cheeks.
4 He had not loved her as I had, and there was no need for tears in his eyes.
5 Then there came a breath so prolonged that it seemed as though it would tear open his chest.
6 It must have been my weakness that made me hesitate to tell it to my friend, but I felt it all the more, like unshed tears.
7 Then tears come; and, like the rain on the ropes, they brace us up, until perhaps the strain become too great, and we break.
8 For a few minutes our sorrowful hearts beat together, whilst the friends around us turned away their eyes that ran tears silently.
9 All the same, however, she went on with the action of tearing, as though the material were still in her hands; finally she lifted her hands and opened them as though scattering the fragments.
10 It may be that we are chosen instruments of His good pleasure, and that we ascend to His bidding as that other through stripes and shame; through tears and blood; through doubts and fears, and all that makes the difference between God and man.
11 He can transform himself to wolf, as we gather from the ship arrival in Whitby, when he tear open the dog; he can be as bat, as Madam Mina saw him on the window at Whitby, and as friend John saw him fly from this so near house, and as my friend Quincey saw him at the window of Miss Lucy.