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I watched her cry--drown herself in a flood of tears.

It is a great thing to be in the presence of a rational being who cries.

A weak, broken creature shedding tears makes the same impression as an all- powerful god to whom one prays.

In her weakness and defeat Amy was above human power.
A kind of superstitious admiration seized me before this woman's face bathed from an inexhaustible source, this face sincere and truthful.
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