1 Suddenly the whole street was in commotion.
2 The street into which he had turned ran downhill.
3 There was nobody else in the street, and no telescreens.
4 Perhaps a quarter of the windows in the street were broken and boarded up.
5 The blue overalls of the Party could not be a common sight in a street like this.
6 She was standing near a doorway in the wall, under a street lamp that hardly gave any light.
7 Down in the street the wind flapped the torn poster to and fro, and the word INGSOC fitfully appeared and vanished.
8 I tell you, it won't be my fault if old Victory Mansions doesn't have the biggest outfit of flags in the whole street.
9 He had given a quick glance up and down the street and then had slipped inside and bought the book for two dollars fifty.
10 For several months during his childhood there had been confused street fighting in London itself, some of which he remembered vividly.
11 From somewhere at the bottom of a passage the smell of roasting coffee--real coffee, not Victory Coffee--came floating out into the street.
12 The street took a sharp turn and then ended in a flight of steps which led down into a sunken alley where a few stall-keepers were selling tired-looking vegetables.
13 He remembered how once he had been walking down a crowded street when a tremendous shout of hundreds of voices women's voices--had burst from a side-street a little way ahead.
14 He was walking up a cobbled street of little two-storey houses with battered doorways which gave straight on the pavement and which were somehow curiously suggestive of ratholes.
15 He thought of a man whom he had passed in the street a few weeks back; a quite ordinary-looking man, a Party member, aged thirty-five to forty, tallish and thin, carrying a brief-case.
16 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.
17 Always they were a rehashing of the ancient themes--slum tenements, starving children, street battles, capitalists in top hats--even on the barricades the capitalists still seemed to cling to their top hats an endless, hopeless effort to get back into the past.
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