Then again the voice of Peter Altmaar was heard, now ringing false like an untuned fiddle.
Music itself was untuned, corrupted, and returning to chaos.
It is as though the jar given to the nervous system had untuned us for the entire world, and all things come amiss.
Like untuned golden strings all women are, Which long time lie untouched, will harshly jar.
When he came up, he saluted them in a harsh and untuned voice, but with a civil air.
Again and again that shout arose, till the wild birds rose screaming over our heads, in untuned, yet exciting chorus.
Her voice shrilled suddenly loud and harsh, like an untuned string under the bow.