It was such a mysterious thing to say, a little thrill went through me.

He knew it always gave his co-workers a little thrill to see a man know where something was without looking.

She caught him staring, and a little thrill shot through her.

Seeing it all he felt a little thrill and the day began well.

The being inside it felt a little thrill of pleasure.

A little thrill of shame and disgust shot through her.

Long ago, in the beginning, I used to get a nasty little thrill from it.

Then, as the girl smiled, a little thrill went through her.

She had felt that little thrill of desire because he looked like his half brother.

Why, he asked himself, should that send a little thrill through him?