I could hear a radio and the low sound of conversation.

He made a low sound at the base of his throat.

He made a low sound in his throat and that was all.

It made a low sound, more like a cry than anything else.

Another man, at the end of the row, made a low sound.

They heard the low sound of a radio or television coming from the flat next door.

With the long low sound of a life in grief!

I could see a color television set, turned to a news show, the sound too low to register.

A low sound came from the end of the room.

A low sound, from deep inside his chest, cut through the room.