The last held a harsh hint of command to it.

The dark, intelligent eyes held a hint of a smile.

While the day held a hint of nip, I could almost sense spring building under the brown ground.

His face held, also, just a hint of surprise, a reaction which he explained at once.

His voice held a hint of panic, and I could feel why.

But there was one that held a hint of horror.

His smile was quick, but held a hint of a grin.

Though his voice was hard, it held a hint of compassion.

The air held a hint of the winter to come, but the sky was without a cloud.

The deep voice held a hint of buried laughter, as always.