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the dulcet tones of NPR Radio broadcasters
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While Anna's face was still one of the most alluring on screen, audiences who for years had imagined her speaking in dulcet tones were not prepared to hear her husky tenor.† (source)
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The noise of silver cutlery on fine china is softened by the dulcet sounds of the string quartet silhouetted in one corner.† (source)
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We thought we heard your dulcet tones.† (source)
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The soft, dulcet tones of Chief Schulz were unmistakable.† (source)
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Miss Riley asked in a dulcet voice I had never heard her use before.† (source)
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Plenty of time, dulcet darling, now don't worry yourself† (source)
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Her name was Michaela, but the men called her filthy things in dulcet, ingratiating voices, and she giggled with childish joy because she understood no English and thought they were flattering her and making harmless jokes.† (source)
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Dulcet, one might say.† (source)
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Therefore, there was the black leather Bible which I fished out of my suitcase just before the train pulled into Union Station, and also there was the address I inscribed in a large hand on the register, as if to decisively validate my dulcet-voiced and unguentary ministerial bearing: Union Theological Seminary, Richmond, Virginia.† (source)
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Dulcet verse.† (source)
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—See how the sleeping out-flung band, touching the bedside candle, remembers pain, springs back and free while mind and brain sleep on and only make of this adjacent heat some trashy myth of reality's escape or that same sleeping hand, in sensuous marriage with some dulcet surface, is transformed by that same sleeping brain and mind into that same figment-stuff warped out of all experience.† (source)
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When they had left him, the boy tried to picture them lulled in the dulcet tranquillity they so often invoked.† (source)
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The drain-pipe was dripping, a dulcet and lively song: drippety drip drip dribble, drippety drip drip drip.† (source)
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He evidently meant to wait up for Sir Andrew Ffoulkes, but was soon overcome by sweet slumbers, for presently—in addition to the slow ticking of the clock—Marguerite could hear the monotonous and dulcet tones of the worthy fellow's breathing.† (source)
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I would have saved him for eighty dollars," he protested in dulcet tones, keeping a pace behind me.† (source)
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