Mrs. James, habitually doleful, punctuated her speech with sniffs.
Man and machine, side by side, punctuated the passage of time.
There were little nothings, punctuated by trills of feminine laughter.
There was a babble of voices from the loudspeaker, punctuated by bursts of static.
This complaint, punctuated with sighs and tears, lacerated the heart of Clementine.