with the Thought Police.'
The girl laughed delightedly, evidently taking this as a tribute to
the excellence of her disguise.
'Not the Thought Police! You didn't honestly think that?'
'Well, perhaps not exactly that. But from your general appearance --
merely because you're young and fresh and healthy, you understand -- I
thought that probably--'
'You thought I was a good Party member. Pure in word and deed.
Banners, processions, slogans, games, community hikes all that stuff. And
you thought that if I had a quarter of a chance I'd denounce you as a
thought-criminal and get you killed off?'
'Yes, something of that kind. A great many young girls are like that,
you know.'
'It's this bloody thing that does it,' she said, ripping off the
scarlet sash of the Junior Anti-Sex League and flinging it on to a bough.
Then, as though touching her waist had reminded her of something, she felt
in the pocket of her overalls and produced a small slab of chocolate. She
broke it in half and gave one of the pieces to Winston. Even before he had
taken it he knew by the smell that it was very unusual chocolate. It was
dark and s