1 He appeared not to have noticed Winston's blue overalls.
2 Behind his back he could feel everyone eyeing his blue overalls.
3 A figure in blue overalls was coming down the pavement, not ten metres away.
4 They were probably brown, but people with dark hair sometimes had blue eyes.
5 The blue overalls of the Party could not be a common sight in a street like this.
6 And above all, at the end, the tongue sticking right out, and blue--a quite bright blue.
7 Both of them were dressed in the blue shorts, grey shirts, and red neckerchiefs which were the uniform of the Spies.
8 Nearly everyone was ugly, and would still have been ugly even if dressed otherwise than in the uniform blue overalls.
9 The old man had on a decent dark suit and a black cloth cap pushed back from very white hair: his face was scarlet and his eyes were blue and full of tears.
10 He moved over to the window: a smallish, frail figure, the meagreness of his body merely emphasized by the blue overalls which were the uniform of the party.
11 The flagstones were wet as though they had just been washed, and he had the feeling that the sky had been washed too, so fresh and pale was the blue between the chimney-pots.
12 The old man's pale blue eyes moved from the darts board to the bar, and from the bar to the door of the Gents, as though it were in the bar-room that he expected the changes to have occurred.
13 The sky was a warmer blue than he had seen it that year, and suddenly the long, noisy evening at the Centre, the boring, exhausting games, the lectures, the creaking camaraderie oiled by gin, had seemed intolerable.
14 Down in the street little eddies of wind were whirling dust and torn paper into spirals, and though the sun was shining and the sky a harsh blue, there seemed to be no colour in anything, except the posters that were plastered everywhere.
15 His whole appearance was that of a little boy grown large, so much so that although he was wearing the regulation overalls, it was almost impossible not to think of him as being dressed in the blue shorts, grey shirt, and red neckerchief of the Spies.
16 little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could keep the bullets off him.