1 They were standing in the shade of hazel bushes.
2 He wished that they were a married couple of ten years' standing.
3 He was standing a little behind her, and he put his hand on her waist to steady her.
4 A knot of others, standing round with glasses in their hands, were watching the scene.
5 A colourless, crushed-looking woman, with wispy hair and a lined face, was standing outside.
6 She was standing near a doorway in the wall, under a street lamp that hardly gave any light.
7 Suddenly he was standing on short springy turf, on a summer evening when the slanting rays of the sun gilded the ground.
8 Then he saw the girl standing at the base of the monument, reading or pretending to read a poster which ran spirally up the column.
9 He was sitting very straight in his chair, his powerful chest swelling and quivering as though he were standing up to the assault of a wave.
10 A long line of trucks, with wooden-faced guards armed with sub-machine guns standing upright in each corner, was passing slowly down the street.
11 The old man, still carrying the lamp, was standing in front of a picture in a rosewood frame which hung on the other side of the fireplace, opposite the bed.
12 The old man whom he had followed was standing at the bar, having some kind of altercation with the barman, a large, stout, hook-nosed young man with enormous forearms.
13 In the last truck he could see an aged man, his face a mass of grizzled hair, standing upright with wrists crossed in front of him, as though he were used to having them bound together.
14 In an angle formed by a projecting house-front three men were standing very close together, the middle one of them holding a folded-up newspaper which the other two were studying over his shoulder.
15 Not to let one's feelings appear in one's face was a habit that had acquired the status of an instinct, and in any case they had been standing straight in front of a telescreen when the thing happened.
16 He saw himself standing there in the dim lamplight, with the smell of bugs and cheap scent in his nostrils, and in his heart a feeling of defeat and resentment which even at that moment was mixed up with the thought of Katharine's white body, frozen for ever by the hypnotic power of the Party.
17 At those moments his secret loathing of Big Brother changed into adoration, and Big Brother seemed to tower up, an invincible, fearless protector, standing like a rock against the hordes of Asia, and Goldstein, in spite of his isolation, his helplessness, and the doubt that hung about his very existence, seemed like some sinister enchanter, capable by the mere power of his voice of wrecking the structure of civilization.
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