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was incredulity and pride. He was glad that this was happening, but he had no physical desire. It was<br />
too soon, her youth and prettiness had frightened him, he was too much used to living without women<br />
—he did not know the reason. The girl picked herself up and pulled a bluebell out of her hair. She sat<br />
against him, putting her arm round his waist.<br />
"Never mind, dear. There's no hurry. We've got the whole afternoon. Isn't this a splendid hide-out? I<br />
found it when I got lost once on a community hike. If anyone was coming you could hear them a<br />
hundred meters away."<br />
"What is your name?" said Winston.<br />
"Julia. I know yours. It's Winston—Winston Smith."<br />
"How did you find that out?"<br />
"I expect I'm better at finding things out than you are, dear. Tell me, what did you think of me before<br />
that day I gave you the note?"<br />
He did not feel any temptation to tell lies to her. It was even a sort of love offering to start off by<br />
telling the worst.<br />
"I hated the sight of you," he said. "I wanted to rape you and then murder you afterwards. Two<br />
weeks ago I thought seriously of smashing your head in with a cobblestone. If you really want to<br />
know, I imagined that you had something to do with the Thought Police."<br />
The girl laughed delightedly, evidently taking this as a tribute to the excellence of her disguise.<br />
"Not the Thought Police! You didn't honestly think that?"<br />
"Well, perhaps not exactly that. But from your general appearance—merely because you're young<br />
and fresh and healthy, you understand—I thought that probably—"<br />
"You thought I was a good Party member. Pure in word and deed. Banners, processions, slogans,<br />
games, community hikes—all that stuff. And you thought that if I had a quarter of a chance I'd<br />
denounce you as a thought-criminal and get you killed off?"<br />
"Yes, something of that kind. A great many young girls are like that, you know."<br />
"It's this bloody thing that does it," she said, ripping off the scarlet sash of the Junior Anti-Sex<br />
League and flinging it onto a bough. Then, as though touching her waist had reminded her of<br />
something, she felt in the pocket of her overalls and produced a small slab of chocolate. She broke it<br />
in half and gave one of the pieces to Winston. Even before he had taken it he knew by the smell that it<br />
was very unusual chocolate. It was dark and shiny, and was wrapped in silver paper. Chocolate<br />
normally was dull-brown crumbly stuff that tasted, as nearly as one could describe it, like the smoke<br />
of a rubbish fire. But at some time or another he had tasted chocolate like the piece she had given him.