1 She could not have told why she was crying.
2 She was just having a good cry all to herself.
3 A fruit vender was crying his wares in the street.
4 Edna cried a little that night after Arobin left her.
5 She began to cry a little, and wiped her eyes on the sleeve of her peignoir.
6 She grew sullen and cried a little, threatening to go off and leave him to his fine ladies.
7 She waved a dissenting hand, and went on, paying no further heed to their renewed cries which sought to detain her.
8 She cried when he went away, calling him her dear, good friend, and she was quite certain she would grow lonely before very long and go to join him in New York.
9 Turning, she thrust her face, steaming and wet, into the bend of her arm, and she went on crying there, not caring any longer to dry her face, her eyes, her arms.
10 She was dragging a chair in and out of her room, and at intervals objecting to the crying of a baby, which a nurse in the adjoining cottage was endeavoring to put to sleep.
11 If one of the little Pontellier boys took a tumble whilst at play, he was not apt to rush crying to his mother's arms for comfort; he would more likely pick himself up, wipe the water out of his eyes and the sand out of his mouth, and go on playing.