He held her close as she wept softly into his chest.
She wept because her brother teased her very much.
Natasha wept, sitting on the blue-striped feather bed and hugging her friend.
These excellent novels were, however, succeeded by one very inferior, The Wept of Wish-ton-Wish (1829); by The Notions of a Travelling Bachelor (1828), an uninteresting book; and by The Waterwitch (1830), one of the poorest of his many sea-stories.
At that toast, the count took out his handkerchief and, covering his face, wept outright.