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Dad had a fine baritone, with strength and timbre and range, and despite being tanked, he sang that hymn like the roof-raiser it is.† (source)
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I began to sing, and the lyre followed my voice effortlessly, its timbre rising to sweeten my every phrase.† (source)
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That voice had many timbres, many tones.† (source)
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The voice had its very own timbre, with a heavy, weary rasp.† (source)
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It has a slightly different timbre than most voices.† (source)
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For a moment, Collet thought he recognized the timbre of the man's voice, but he couldn't quite place it.† (source)
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The windowless room had bright fluorescent lighting and sound-absorbing tiles that removed all tone and timbre from the human voice.† (source)
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She stood listening to the alternating timbres and resonances of the men's voices.† (source)
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"And I said," Brinker's voice was full of authority and perfectly under control, "that for Finny's good," and with an additional timbre of sincerity, "and for your own good too, by the way, Gene, that we should get all this out into the open.† (source)
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F can break down chords, and timbres, and words too into all the basic frequencies and harmonics, with all their different loudnesses, and listen to them, each pure tone, but all at once.† (source)
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She has experienced her oldest boy, Minor, grow up by listening to the deepening timbre of his voice on the telephone.† (source)
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Because, then, even being demeaned brings with it a certain stature, and a woman can look down from the heights of her demeaned position to those who have no royal stature, and speak in that disparaging tone you used just now when you asked about timbres-poste and said: 'Gentlemen should at least be punctual and dependable.'† (source)
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Sam's mental voice changed, took on that strange double timbre that we could not disobey.† (source)
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The symphonic accompaniment sometimes fell away into silence; but goat-footed Hans continued to blow his naive, monotonous air and lure exquisitely colored, magical tones from nature—until finally, after a long pause, a series of new instrumental voices entered, tumbling rapidly, each higher than the other, their timbres rising in self-surmounting sweetness, until every richness, every fullness held back up to now, was realized for one fleeting moment, which contained within it the perfect blissful pleasures of eternity.† (source)
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The timbre of his bark had deepened to an intimidating boom.† (source)
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One spoke with the timbre of a child.† (source)
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