"It sounds dull to me," Dulce said, and stood.
No other sounds stirred but that of her boots over concrete.
This sounds like good news to me.
When I paused to lean on my hoe, these sounds and sights I heard and saw anywhere in the row, a part of the inexhaustible entertainment which the country offers.
She couldn't make out what was in the garden, but she heard the sounds of fountains and saw the dark green blur of a forest in the distance.