A moment later a weak voice got on the line.

His voice almost got away from him at that point; he heard it break and rise.

He had stopped fighting me as my voice got through to him.

For the first time my voice was getting out of hand.

She made him fall down the well, the voice said, and that finally got through.

His voice was getting louder, as the idea took hold inside him.

One voice is very direct and gets right to the point.

"I actually feel that my voice is getting higher," she said.

My voice was now getting to a level where others around us began listening in.

I hope the Commissioner's voice gets a little bit better.