Her voice held no hope, even in those last words.

Yet his voice held a note of authority that no one had ever heard before.

His voice held an edge that cut her to the quick.

Her voice held the last word an instant longer than it might have.

His voice held nothing when he asked, "What do you mean?"

Her voice was quiet and held back, I guess a little afraid.

The local man's voice held emphasis but no real concern.

His voice held a note she didn't care to argue with.

I Her voice held promise of a question, but did not ask it.

His voice held a note of command I'd never heard before.