Each search starts from the first page. Its result is limited to the first 17 sentences. If you upgrade to a VIP account, you will see up to 500 sentences for one search.
1 The stuff they were eating was a thin stew, actually a soup, of haricot beans.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 1
2 Syme had fallen silent for a moment, and with the handle of his spoon was tracing patterns in the puddle of stew.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
3 From the grille at the counter the steam of stew came pouring forth, with a sour metallic smell which did not quite overcome the fumes of Victory Gin.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
4 He began swallowing spoonfuls of the stew, which, in among its general sloppiness, had cubes of spongy pinkish stuff which was probably a preparation of meat.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
5 On to each was dumped swiftly the regulation lunch--a metal pannikin of pinkish-grey stew, a hunk of bread, a cube of cheese, a mug of milkless Victory Coffee, and one saccharine tablet.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
6 They threaded their way across the crowded room and unpacked their trays on to the metal-topped table, on one corner of which someone had left a pool of stew, a filthy liquid mess that had the appearance of vomit.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5
7 He had hoped to be alone for a little while during the lunch hour, but as bad luck would have it the imbecile Parsons flopped down beside him, the tang of his sweat almost defeating the tinny smell of stew, and kept up a stream of talk about the preparations for Hate Week.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 2: Chapter 1
8 A low-ceilinged, crowded room, its walls grimy from the contact of innumerable bodies; battered metal tables and chairs, placed so close together that you sat with elbows touching; bent spoons, dented trays, coarse white mugs; all surfaces greasy, grime in every crack; and a sourish, composite smell of bad gin and bad coffee and metallic stew and dirty clothes.
Nineteen Eighty-FourBy George Orwell ContextHighlight In PART 1: Chapter 5