My sister wept all over me.

As if I hadn't had enough shocks--" He caught his breath and stumbled.

In the room below Barrington stirred.
"Quiet, Don!" warned Kenny, sensing the tears of heartbreak that quivered on his lashes.

He read the boy's hot heart with a renewed shock of understanding; they were namelessly akin.
Cold sunlight lay upon the cluster of shacks.

The wind that bore the rumble of the quarry upward was sharp and gusty and laden with stinging particles of grit.