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1 Hatred would fill him like an enormous roaring flame.
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2 There was a furious, deafening roar from the telescreen.
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3 Somewhere far away a rocket bomb exploded with a dull, reverberating roar.
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4 One minute more, and the feral roars of rage were again bursting from the crowd.
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5Roared out by hundreds of voices to the tramp of marching feet, it was terrifying.
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6 There was a roar that seemed to make the pavement heave; a shower of light objects pattered on to his back.
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7 Already an excited voice was gabbling from the telescreen, but even as it started it was almost drowned by a roar of cheering from outside.
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8 He was rolling down a mighty corridor, a kilometre wide, full of glorious, golden light, roaring with laughter and shouting out confessions at the top of his voice.
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9 At every few moments the fury of the crowd boiled over and the voice of the speaker was drowned by a wild beast-like roaring that rose uncontrollably from thousands of throats.
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10 He could hear the woman singing and the scrape of her shoes on the flagstones, and the cries of the children in the street, and somewhere in the far distance a faint roar of traffic, and yet the room seemed curiously silent, thanks to the absence of a telescreen.
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11 Then the sheep-face melted into the figure of a Eurasian soldier who seemed to be advancing, huge and terrible, his sub-machine gun roaring, and seeming to spring out of the surface of the screen, so that some of the people in the front row actually flinched backwards in their seats.
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