19th June 2017

Subordinate clauses

It was a bright cold day in April. The clocks were striking thirteen. Winston Smith nuzzled his chin into his breast in an effort to escape the vile wind. He slipped quickly through the glass doors of Victory Mansions. Though not quickly enough to prevent a swirl of gritty dust from entering along with him.

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