1 She was a woman of about thirty, but looking much older.
2 The little sandy-haired woman gave a squeak of mingled fear and disgust.
3 With those children, he thought, that wretched woman must lead a life of terror.
4 A small, sandy-haired woman who worked in the next cubicle to Winston was between them.
5 Simultaneously with the woman in the basement kitchen he thought of Katharine, his wife.
6 But what most struck Winston was the look of helpless fright on the woman's greyish face.
7 A colourless, crushed-looking woman, with wispy hair and a lined face, was standing outside.
8 She was a tall, statuesque, rather silent woman with slow movements and magnificent fair hair.
9 The little sandy-haired woman had flung herself forward over the back of the chair in front of her.
10 The little sandy-haired woman had turned bright pink, and her mouth was opening and shutting like that of a landed fish.
11 there was a middle-aged woman might have been a jewess sitting up in the bow with a little boy about three years old in her arms.
12 Winston and his mother and father found themselves a place on the floor, and near them an old man and an old woman were sitting side by side on a bunk.
13 Winston sprang to attention in front of the telescreen, upon which the image of a youngish woman, scrawny but muscular, dressed in tunic and gym-shoes, had already appeared.
14 A young woman who was perhaps his secretary, and who was sitting with her back to Winston, was listening to him and seemed to be eagerly agreeing with everything that he said.
15 He knew that in the cubicle next to him the little woman with sandy hair toiled day in day out, simply at tracking down and deleting from the Press the names of people who had been vaporized and were therefore considered never to have existed.
16 He seemed to breathe again the warm stuffy odour of the basement kitchen, an odour compounded of bugs and dirty clothes and villainous cheap scent, but nevertheless alluring, because no woman of the Party ever used scent, or could be imagined as doing so.
17 little boy screaming with fright and hiding his head between her breasts as if he was trying to burrow right into her and the woman putting her arms round him and comforting him although she was blue with fright herself, all the time covering him up as much as possible as if she thought her arms could keep the bullets off him.
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