Her voice had turned into that of a little girl.

She ignored the voices, the questions, turned and left the room.

He seemed to cool a bit and his voice turned weary.

The voice on the other end of the phone turned icy.

Her voice had turned small and he wondered how much of an act she was promoting.

His voice turned distant, as if speaking to himself more than to her.

People, he said to me then, his voice turned soft, should be able to believe what they read in the news columns.

Her voice turned to little more than a whisper, like she was talking to herself.

Her voice turned brittle, and she sat very straight on the bed.

Grant's face never gave away much, but his voice turned bleak.