"She wants someone not on the Ground," rang a voice from the crowd.

The voice rang the memory right up to the top of the brain.

He fell to the ground, dead, as a tremendous voice rang in everyone's mind.

Always singing, every hour of the day that voice was ringing round the old place.

Again, the voice rang familiar, but I couldn't place it.

He should have done something for all those whose voices now rang in his ears.

Her excited voice rang like silver in the still air.

His voice rang proudly from one end of the facility to the other.

The mysterious voice often rang in her ear even now.

Clear and mellow, her voice rang in his head from half a state away.