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the smooth flesh under the wrist. Merely
from feeling it he would have known it by sight. In the same instant it
occurred to him that he did not know what colour the girl's eyes were. They
were probably brown, but people with dark hair sometimes had blue eyes. To
turn his head and look at her would have been inconceivable folly. With
hands locked together, invisible among the press of bodies, they stared
steadily in front of them, and instead of the eyes of the girl, the eyes of
the aged prisoner gazed mournfully at Winston out of nests of hair.



II

Winston picked his way up the lane through dappled light and shade,
stepping out into pools of gold wherever the boughs parted. Under the trees
to the left of him the ground was misty with bluebells. The air seemed to
kiss one's skin. It was the second of May. From somewhere deeper in the
heart of the wood came the droning of ring doves.
He was a bit early. There had been no difficulties about the journey,
and the girl was so evidently experienced that he was less frightened than
he would normally have been. Presumably she could be trusted to find a safe
place. In general you could not assume that you were much safer in the
country than in London. There were no telescreens, of course, but there was
always the danger of concealed microphones by which your voice might be
picked up and recognized;


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