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.
At that toast, the count took out his handkerchief and, covering his face, wept outright.
He encouraged Grotius when only a youth of sixteen to edit Capella; the early death of the younger Douza he wept as that of a beloved son; Daniel Heinsius, from being his favourite pupil, became his most intimate friend.