Some part of her heard his fury, recognized that he was in a killing rage.

Deep inside, some part of him must have recognized that he was bringing about his own death.

Some part of him recognized the effect on another level, one he was trying to ignore.

She had never been here before, but some part of her recognized this place.

But another part recognized that it was too late to prevent that.

Even then, though, a small dispassionate part of my mind recognised that this was different, something I'd never seen before.

Maybe part of me recognized him in that first instant.

The hard part of voice recognition is recognizing what people are saying, not parsing the text and writing the response.

The deepest, most primitive part of him had recognized her the moment she'd stepped through the mist.

Quality cried, though another part of her recognized it as inevitable.