I meant your hands," cried Jack, trying to keep sober.

A damned fine verse,' cried Jack, after a very slight pause.

Jack cried, but even as he spoke he knew she would not.

"Try to haul him up by the mouth, then," cried Jack.

"Show a little bit more sail," cried Jack, as we swept past the weather side of the rock with fearful speed.

Jack cried, but he didn't wait for an answer.

After the fit had passed, Jack slumped over and cried.

Jack cried, appalled by the thought of such distance.

He knew that Jack moaned about his mother in his sleep, and sometimes cried.

Jack cried, as Frances dressed up in his clothes.