1 Her body gleamed white in the sun.
2 The sun seemed to have grown hotter.
3 It was in the sun, they in the shade.
4 The sun blazed down upon them, the sweat tickled his face.
5 The sun must have gone down behind the houses; it was not shining into the yard any longer.
6 A yellow beam from the sinking sun slanted in through the window and fell across the pillow.
7 The sun on his face and the girl's smooth body touching his own gave him a strong, sleepy, confident feeling.
8 Suddenly he was standing on short springy turf, on a summer evening when the slanting rays of the sun gilded the ground.
9 At one time it had been a sign of madness to believe that the earth goes round the sun; today, to believe that the past is unalterable.
10 A yellow ray from the sinking sun fell across the foot of the bed and lighted up the fireplace, where the water in the pan was boiling fast.
11 The sun had shifted round, and the myriad windows of the Ministry of Truth, with the light no longer shining on them, looked grim as the loopholes of a fortress.
12 It spread out its wings, fitted them carefully into place again, ducked its head for a moment, as though making a sort of obeisance to the sun, and then began to pour forth a torrent of song.
13 When we navigate the ocean, or when we predict an eclipse, we often find it convenient to assume that the earth goes round the sun and that the stars are millions upon millions of kilometres away.
14 He was in the Golden Country, or he was sitting among enormous glorious, sunlit ruins, with his mother, with Julia, with O'Brien--not doing anything, merely sitting in the sun, talking of peaceful things.
15 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.
16 The June sun was still high in the sky, and in the sun-filled court below, a monstrous woman, solid as a Norman pillar, with brawny red forearms and a sacking apron strapped about her middle, was stumping to and fro between a washtub and a clothes line, pegging out a series of square white things which Winston recognized as babies' diapers.