1 The air seemed to kiss one's skin.
2 Yet a faint air of disreputability always clung to him.
3 A trumpet call, clear and beautiful, floated into the stagnant air.
4 The sweetness of the air and the greenness of the leaves daunted him.
5 Winston sank his arms to his sides and slowly refilled his lungs with air.
6 When he spoke it was with a tolerant philosophical air, as though the beer had mellowed him.
7 But this evening as he came out of the Ministry the balminess of the April air had tempted him.
8 He had the air of trying to keep what he was saying a secret between himself and the telescreen.
9 The air in the little square chamber above the bells was hot and stagnant, and smelt overpoweringly of pigeon dung.
10 He was out in the light and air while they were being sucked down to death, and they were down there because he was up here.
11 The smell of her hair, the taste of her mouth, the feeling of her skin seemed to have got inside him, or into the air all round him.
12 What appealed to him about it was not so much its beauty as the air it seemed to possess of belonging to an age quite different from the present one.
13 Instead he looked into the middle distance and spoke in generalities, with so delicate an air as to give the impression that he had become partly invisible.
14 There was still air in the saloon, they could still see him and he them, but all the while they were sinking down, down into the green waters which in another moment must hide them from sight for ever.
15 His spectacles, his gentle, fussy movements, and the fact that he was wearing an aged jacket of black velvet, gave him a vague air of intellectuality, as though he had been some kind of literary man, or perhaps a musician.
16 Winston could not definitely remember a time when his country had not been at war, but it was evident that there had been a fairly long interval of peace during his childhood, because one of his early memories was of an air raid which appeared to take everyone by surprise.
17 When one knew that any document was due for destruction, or even when one saw a scrap of waste paper lying about, it was an automatic action to lift the flap of the nearest memory hole and drop it in, whereupon it would be whirled away on a current of warm air to the enormous furnaces which were hidden somewhere in the recesses of the building.
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