She chuckled, except it was a low and bitter sound.

He made a bitter sound and pulled her right up against his chest.

He made a bitter sound low in his throat.

Then she made a small, short, bitter sound that might have been a laugh.

The young man uttered a small, bitter sound, not quite a laugh.

The bitter sound of defeat was clear in his voice.

It was the most bitter sound the Consul had ever heard from the young man.

And he laughed, a short, bitter sound in his throat.

He made a bitter sound that was not laughter.

He chuckled at them, but it was a bitter sound.