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Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 1
2 Perhaps 'friend' was not exactly the right word.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
3 But in the future there will be no wives and no friends.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 3
4 No one dares trust a wife or a child or a friend any longer.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 3
5 It was his friend Syme, who worked in the Research Department.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
6 I was talking recently to a friend of yours who is certainly an expert.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 6
7 He was the tormentor, he was the protector, he was the inquisitor, he was the friend.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 2
8 The proprietor had just lighted a hanging oil lamp which gave off an unclean but friendly smell.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 8
9 The old feeling, that at bottom it did not matter whether O'Brien was a friend or an enemy, had come back.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 3: Chapter 2
10 You did not have friends nowadays, you had comrades: but there were some comrades whose society was pleasanter than that of others.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
11 Winston had never been able to feel sure--even after this morning's flash of the eyes it was still impossible to be sure whether O'Brien was a friend or an enemy.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 2
12 O'Brien, however, had continued forward in the same movement, laying a friendly hand for a moment on Winston's arm, so that the two of them were walking side by side.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 6
13 It seemed to him that he knew exactly what it felt like to sit in a room like this, in an arm-chair beside an open fire with your feet in the fender and a kettle on the hob; utterly alone, utterly secure, with nobody watching you, no voice pursuing you, no sound except the singing of the kettle and the friendly ticking of the clock.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 8