1 A twinge of fear went through him.
2 Again the terrible fear seized upon Winston.
3 The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust.
4 No emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred.
5 Her eyes were fixed on his, with an appealing expression that looked more like fear than pain.
6 Today there were fear, hatred, and pain, but no dignity of emotion, no deep or complex sorrows.
7 There was a deal table under the window where he and the old man could talk without fear of being overheard.
8 It was all-important to speak at once, before anyone else came, but now a terrible fear had taken possession of him.
9 Still, he continued to feel a peculiar uneasiness, which had fear mixed up in it as well as hostility, whenever she was anywhere near him.
10 The sealed world in which he lives would be broken, and the fear, hatred, and self-righteousness on which his morale depends might evaporate.
11 He let what he judged to be ten minutes go by, tormented all the while by the fear that some accident--a sudden draught blowing across his desk, for instance--would betray him.
12 He wished that he were walking through the streets with her just as they were doing now but openly and without fear, talking of trivialities and buying odds and ends for the household.
13 He thought with a kind of astonishment of the biological uselessness of pain and fear, the treachery of the human body which always freezes into inertia at exactly the moment when a special effort is needed.
14 Although he had a good pretext for coming here, he was haunted at every step by the fear that a black-uniformed guard would suddenly appear from round the corner, demand his papers, and order him to get out.
15 The self-satisfied sheep-like face on the screen, and the terrifying power of the Eurasian army behind it, were too much to be borne: besides, the sight or even the thought of Goldstein produced fear and anger automatically.
16 A hideous ecstasy of fear and vindictiveness, a desire to kill, to torture, to smash faces in with a sledge-hammer, seemed to flow through the whole group of people like an electric current, turning one even against one's will into a grimacing, screaming lunatic.
17 Even the humblest Party member is expected to be competent, industrious, and even intelligent within narrow limits, but it is also necessary that he should be a credulous and ignorant fanatic whose prevailing moods are fear, hatred, adulation, and orgiastic triumph.
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