1 A cracked and jeering note, a yellow note, came into it.
2 It was a peculiar, cracked, braying, jeering note: in his mind Winston called it a yellow note.
3 He knew that it was not so, because of her unmistakable agitation when she handed him the note.
4 It should be noted that the fighting never really moves beyond the edges of the disputed areas.
5 The telescreen was giving forth an ear-splitting whistle which continued on the same note for thirty seconds.
6 Apart from very short notes, it was usual to dictate everything into the speak-write which was of course impossible for his present purpose.
7 Winston found and handed over two creased and filthy notes, which Parsons entered in a small notebook, in the neat handwriting of the illiterate.
8 Then, with a movement which was as nearly as possible unconscious, he crumpled up the original message and any notes that he himself had made, and dropped them into the memory hole to be devoured by the flames.
9 He was walking down the long corridor at the Ministry and he was almost at the spot where Julia had slipped the note into his hand when he became aware that someone larger than himself was walking just behind him.
10 Actually, all the possible ways of communicating with her had occurred to him within five minutes of reading the note; but now, with time to think, he went over them one by one, as though laying out a row of instruments on a table.