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the bird took fright and fled with a clatter of wings.

ðʌ bɜ˞d tʊk fɹaɪt ʌnd flɛd wɪð ʌ klætɜ˞ ʌv wɪŋz.

winston put his lips against her ear.

wɪnstʌn pʊt hɪz lɪps ʌɡɛnst hɜ˞ iɹ.

'now,' he whispered.

'naʊ,' hi wɪspɜ˞d.

'not here,' she whispered back.

'nɑt hiɹ,' ʃi wɪspɜ˞d bæk.

'come back to the hide out.

'kʌm bæk tu ðʌ haɪd aʊt.

it's safer.'

ɪt'ɛs seɪfɜ˞.'

quickly, with an occasional crackle of twigs, they threaded their way back to the clearing.

kwɪkli, wɪð æn ʌkeɪʒʌnʌl kɹækʌl ʌv twɪɡz, ðeɪ θɹɛdɪd ðɛɹ weɪ bæk tu ðʌ klɪɹɪŋ.

when they were once inside the ring of saplings she turned and faced him.

wɛn ðeɪ wɜ˞ wʌns ɪnsaɪd ðʌ ɹɪŋ ʌv sæplɪŋz ʃi tɜ˞nd ʌnd feɪst hɪm.

they were both breathing fast, but the smile had reappeared round the corners of her mouth.

ðeɪ wɜ˞ boʊθ bɹiðɪŋ fæst, bʌt ðʌ smaɪl hæd ɹiʌpɪɹd ɹaʊnd ðʌ kɔɹnɜ˞z ʌv hɜ˞ maʊθ.

but the face of big brother seemed to persist for several seconds on the screen, as though the impact that it had made on everyone's eyeballs was too vivid to wear off immediately.

bʌt ðʌ feɪs ʌv bɪɡ bɹʌðɜ˞ simd tu pɜ˞sɪst fɔɹ sɛvɹʌl sɛkʌndz ɑn ðʌ skɹin, æz ðoʊ ðʌ ɪmpækt ðæt ɪt hæd meɪd ɑn ɛvɹiwʌn'ɛs aɪbɔlz wɑz tu vɪvʌd tu wɛɹ ɔf ɪmidiʌtli.

she stood looking at him for an instant, then felt at the zipper of her overalls.

ʃi stʊd lʊkɪŋ æt hɪm fɔɹ æn ɪnstʌnt, ðɛn fɛlt æt ðʌ zɪpɜ˞ ʌv hɜ˞ oʊvɜ˞ɔlz.

and, yes!

ʌnd, jɛs!

it was almost as in his dream.

ɪt wɑz ɔlmoʊst æz ɪn hɪz dɹim.

almost as swiftly as he had imagined it, she had torn her clothes off, and when she flung them aside it was with that same magnificent gesture by which a whole civilization seemed to be annihilated.

ɔlmoʊst æz swɪftli æz hi hæd ɪmædʒʌnd ɪt, ʃi hæd tɔɹn hɜ˞ kloʊðz ɔf, ʌnd wɛn ʃi flʌŋ ðɛm ʌsaɪd ɪt wɑz wɪð ðæt seɪm mæɡnɪfʌsʌnt dʒɛstʃɜ˞ baɪ wɪtʃ ʌ hoʊl sɪvʌlɪzeɪʃʌn simd tu bi ʌnaɪʌleɪtɪd.

her body gleamed white in the sun.

hɜ˞ bɑdi ɡlimd waɪt ɪn ðʌ sʌn.

but for a moment he did not look at her body, his eyes were anchored by the freckled face with its faint, bold smile.

bʌt fɔɹ ʌ moʊmʌnt hi dɪd nɑt lʊk æt hɜ˞ bɑdi, hɪz aɪz wɜ˞ æŋkɜ˞d baɪ ðʌ fɹɛkʌld feɪs wɪð ɪts feɪnt, boʊld smaɪl.

he knelt down before her and took her hands in his.

hi nɛlt daʊn bɪfɔɹ hɜ˞ ʌnd tʊk hɜ˞ hændz ɪn hɪz.

'have you done this before?'

'hæv ju dʌn ðɪs bɪfɔɹ?'

'of course.

'ʌv kɔɹs.

hundreds of times well scores of times anyway.'

hʌndɹʌdz ʌv taɪmz wɛl skɔɹz ʌv taɪmz ɛniweɪ.'

the little sandyhaired woman had flung herself forward over the back of the chair in front of her.

ðʌ lɪtʌl wʊmʌn hæd flʌŋ hɜ˞sɛlf fɔɹwɜ˞d oʊvɜ˞ ðʌ bæk ʌv ðʌ tʃɛɹ ɪn fɹʌnt ʌv hɜ˞.

'with party members.'

'wɪð pɑɹti mɛmbɜ˞z.'

'yes, always with party members.'

'jɛs, ɔlweɪz wɪð pɑɹti mɛmbɜ˞z.'

'with members of the inner party?'

'wɪð mɛmbɜ˞z ʌv ðʌ ɪnɜ˞ pɑɹti?'

'not with those swine, no.

'nɑt wɪð ðoʊz swaɪn, noʊ.

but there's plenty that would if they got half a chance.

bʌt ðɛɹ'ɛs plɛnti ðæt wʊd ɪf ðeɪ ɡɑt hæf ʌ tʃæns.

they're not so holy as they make out.'

ðeɪ'ɹeɪ nɑt soʊ hoʊli æz ðeɪ meɪk aʊt.'

his heart leapt.

hɪz hɑɹt lɛpt.

scores of times she had done it, he wished it had been hundreds thousands.

skɔɹz ʌv taɪmz ʃi hæd dʌn ɪt, hi wɪʃt ɪt hæd bɪn hʌndɹʌdz θaʊzʌndz.

anything that hinted at corruption always filled him with a wild hope.

ɛniθɪŋ ðæt hɪntʌd æt kɜ˞ʌpʃʌn ɔlweɪz fɪld hɪm wɪð ʌ waɪld hoʊp.

who knew, perhaps the party was rotten under the surface, its cult of strenuousness and self denial simply a sham concealing iniquity.

hu nu, pɜ˞hæps ðʌ pɑɹti wɑz ɹɑtʌn ʌndɜ˞ ðʌ sɜ˞fʌs, ɪts kʌlt ʌv ʌnd sɛlf dɪnaɪʌl sɪmpli ʌ ʃæm kʌnsilɪŋ ɪnɪkwɪti.

with a tremulous murmur that sounded like 'my saviour!' she extended her arms towards the screen.

wɪð ʌ tɹɛmjʌlʌs mɜ˞mɜ˞ ðæt saʊndɪd laɪk 'maɪ !' ʃi ɪkstɛndʌd hɜ˞ ɑɹmz tʌwɔɹdz ðʌ skɹin.

if he could have infected the whole lot of them with leprosy or syphilis, how gladly he would have done so!

ɪf hi kʊd hæv ɪnfɛktɪd ðʌ hoʊl lɑt ʌv ðɛm wɪð lɛpɹʌsi ɔɹ sɪfʌlɪs, haʊ ɡlædli hi wʊd hæv dʌn soʊ!

anything to rot, to weaken, to undermine!

ɛniθɪŋ tu ɹɑt, tu wikʌn, tu ʌndɜ˞maɪn!

he pulled her down so that they were kneeling face to face.

hi pʊld hɜ˞ daʊn soʊ ðæt ðeɪ wɜ˞ nilɪŋ feɪs tu feɪs.

'listen.

'lɪsʌn.

the more men you've had, the more i love you.

ðʌ mɔɹ mɛn ju'vi hæd, ðʌ mɔɹ aɪ lʌv ju.

do you understand that?'

du ju ʌndɜ˞stænd ðæt?'

'yes, perfectly.'

'jɛs, pɜ˞fʌktli.'

'i hate purity, i hate goodness!

'aɪ heɪt pjʊɹʌti, aɪ heɪt ɡʊdnʌs!

i don't want any virtue to exist anywhere.

aɪ dɑn'ti wɑnt ɛni vɜ˞tʃu tu ɪɡzɪst ɛniwɛɹ.

i want everyone to be corrupt to the bones.'

aɪ wɑnt ɛvɹiwʌn tu bi kɜ˞ʌpt tu ðʌ boʊnz.'

then she buried her face in her hands.

ðɛn ʃi bɛɹid hɜ˞ feɪs ɪn hɜ˞ hændz.

'well then, i ought to suit you, dear.

'wɛl ðɛn, aɪ ɔt tu sut ju, dɪɹ.

i'm corrupt to the bones.'

aɪ'ɛm kɜ˞ʌpt tu ðʌ boʊnz.'

'you like doing this?

'ju laɪk duɪŋ ðɪs?

i don't mean simply me, i mean the thing in itself?'

aɪ dɑn'ti min sɪmpli mi, aɪ min ðʌ θɪŋ ɪn ɪtsɛlf?'

'i adore it.'

'aɪ ʌdɔɹ ɪt.'

that was above all what he wanted to hear.

ðæt wɑz ʌbʌv ɔl wʌt hi wɔntɪd tu hiɹ.

not merely the love of one person but the animal instinct, the simple undifferentiated desire, that was the force that would tear the party to pieces.

nɑt mɪɹli ðʌ lʌv ʌv wʌn pɜ˞sʌn bʌt ðʌ ænʌmʌl ɪnstɪŋkt, ðʌ sɪmpʌl ʌndɪfɜ˞ɛnʃieɪtɪd dɪzaɪɜ˞, ðæt wɑz ðʌ fɔɹs ðæt wʊd tɛɹ ðʌ pɑɹti tu pisʌz.

he pressed her down upon the grass, among the fallen bluebells.

hi pɹɛst hɜ˞ daʊn ʌpɑn ðʌ ɡɹæs, ʌmʌŋ ðʌ fɑlʌn blubɛlz.

this time there was no difficulty.

ðɪs taɪm ðɛɹ wɑz noʊ dɪfʌkʌlti.

presently the rising and falling of their breasts slowed to normal speed, and in a sort of pleasant helplessness they fell apart.

pɹɛzʌntli ðʌ ɹaɪzɪŋ ʌnd fɑlɪŋ ʌv ðɛɹ bɹɛsts sloʊd tu nɔɹmʌl spid, ʌnd ɪn ʌ sɔɹt ʌv plɛzʌnt hɛlplʌsnʌs ðeɪ fɛl ʌpɑɹt.

it was apparent that she was uttering a prayer.

ɪt wɑz ʌpɛɹʌnt ðæt ʃi wɑz ʌtɜ˞ɪŋ ʌ pɹɛɹ.

the sun seemed to have grown hotter.

ðʌ sʌn simd tu hæv ɡɹoʊn hɑtɜ˞.

they were both sleepy.

ðeɪ wɜ˞ boʊθ slipi.

he reached out for the discarded overalls and pulled them partly over her.

hi ɹitʃt aʊt fɔɹ ðʌ dɪskɑɹdɪd oʊvɜ˞ɔlz ʌnd pʊld ðɛm pɑɹtli oʊvɜ˞ hɜ˞.

almost immediately they fell asleep and slept for about half an hour.

ɔlmoʊst ɪmidiʌtli ðeɪ fɛl ʌslip ʌnd slɛpt fɔɹ ʌbaʊt hæf æn aʊɜ˞.

winston woke first.

wɪnstʌn woʊk fɜ˞st.

he sat up and watched the freckled face, still peacefully asleep, pillowed on the palm of her hand.

hi sæt ʌp ʌnd wɑtʃt ðʌ fɹɛkʌld feɪs, stɪl pisfʌli ʌslip, ɑn ðʌ pɑm ʌv hɜ˞ hænd.

except for her mouth, you could not call her beautiful.

ɪksɛpt fɔɹ hɜ˞ maʊθ, ju kʊd nɑt kɔl hɜ˞ bjutʌfʌl.

there was a line or two round the eyes, if you looked closely.

ðɛɹ wɑz ʌ laɪn ɔɹ tu ɹaʊnd ðʌ aɪz, ɪf ju lʊkt kloʊsli.

the short dark hair was extraordinarily thick and soft.

ðʌ ʃɔɹt dɑɹk hɛɹ wɑz ɛkstɹɔɹdʌnɛɹʌli θɪk ʌnd sɑft.

it occurred to him that he still did not know her surname or where she lived.

ɪt ʌkɜ˞d tu hɪm ðæt hi stɪl dɪd nɑt noʊ hɜ˞ sɜ˞neɪm ɔɹ wɛɹ ʃi lɪvd.

at this moment the entire group of people broke into a deep, slow, rhythmical chant of 'b b!.

æt ðɪs moʊmʌnt ðʌ ɪntaɪɜ˞ ɡɹup ʌv pipʌl bɹoʊk ɪntu ʌ dip, sloʊ, tʃænt ʌv 'bi bi!.

the young, strong body, now helpless in sleep, awoke in him a pitying, protecting feeling.

ðʌ jʌŋ, stɹɔŋ bɑdi, naʊ hɛlplʌs ɪn slip, ʌwoʊk ɪn hɪm ʌ pɪtiɪŋ, pɹʌtɛktɪŋ filɪŋ.

but the mindless tenderness that he had felt under the hazel tree, while the thrush was singing, had not quite come back.

bʌt ðʌ maɪndlʌs tɛndɜ˞nʌs ðæt hi hæd fɛlt ʌndɜ˞ ðʌ heɪzʌl tɹi, waɪl ðʌ θɹʌʃ wɑz sɪŋɪŋ, hæd nɑt kwaɪt kʌm bæk.

he pulled the overalls aside and studied her smooth white flank.

hi pʊld ðʌ oʊvɜ˞ɔlz ʌsaɪd ʌnd stʌdid hɜ˞ smuð waɪt flæŋk.

in the old days, he thought, a man looked at a girl's body and saw that it was desirable, and that was the end of the story.

ɪn ðʌ oʊld deɪz, hi θɔt, ʌ mæn lʊkt æt ʌ ɡɜ˞l'ɛs bɑdi ʌnd sɔ ðæt ɪt wɑz dɪzaɪɹʌbʌl, ʌnd ðæt wɑz ðʌ ɛnd ʌv ðʌ stɔɹi.

but you could not have pure love or pure lust nowadays.

bʌt ju kʊd nɑt hæv pjʊɹ lʌv ɔɹ pjʊɹ lʌst naʊʌdeɪz.

no emotion was pure, because everything was mixed up with fear and hatred.

noʊ ɪmoʊʃʌn wɑz pjʊɹ, bɪkɔz ɛvɹiθɪŋ wɑz mɪkst ʌp wɪð fɪɹ ʌnd heɪtɹʌd.

their embrace had been a battle, the climax a victory.

ðɛɹ ɛmbɹeɪs hæd bɪn ʌ bætʌl, ðʌ klaɪmæks ʌ vɪktɜ˞i.

it was a blow struck against the party.

ɪt wɑz ʌ bloʊ stɹʌk ʌɡɛnst ðʌ pɑɹti.

it was a political act.

ɪt wɑz ʌ pʌlɪtʌkʌl ækt.

'we can come here once again,' said julia.

'wi kæn kʌm hiɹ wʌns ʌɡɛn,' sɛd dʒuljʌ.

b b!' over and over again, very slowly, with a long pause between the first 'b' and the second a heavy, murmurous sound, somehow curiously savage, in the background of which one seemed to hear the stamp of naked feet and the throbbing of tom toms.

bi bi!' oʊvɜ˞ ʌnd oʊvɜ˞ ʌɡɛn, vɛɹi sloʊli, wɪð ʌ lɔŋ pɔz bɪtwin ðʌ fɜ˞st 'bi' ʌnd ðʌ sɛkʌnd ʌ hɛvi, saʊnd, sʌmhaʊ kjʊɹiʌsli sævʌdʒ, ɪn ðʌ bækɡɹaʊnd ʌv wɪtʃ wʌn simd tu hiɹ ðʌ stæmp ʌv neɪkʌd fit ʌnd ðʌ θɹɑbɪŋ ʌv tɑm tɑmz.

'it's generally safe to use any hide out twice.

'ɪt'ɛs dʒɛnɜ˞ʌli seɪf tu jus ɛni haɪd aʊt twaɪs.

but not for another month or two, of course.'

bʌt nɑt fɔɹ ʌnʌðɜ˞ mʌnθ ɔɹ tu, ʌv kɔɹs.'

as soon as she woke up her demeanour had changed.

æz sun æz ʃi woʊk ʌp hɜ˞ dɪminɜ˞ hæd tʃeɪndʒd.

she became alert and business like, put her clothes on, knotted the scarlet sash about her waist, and began arranging the details of the journey home.

ʃi bɪkeɪm ʌlɜ˞t ʌnd bɪznʌs laɪk, pʊt hɜ˞ kloʊðz ɑn, nɑtɪd ðʌ skɑɹlʌt sæʃ ʌbaʊt hɜ˞ weɪst, ʌnd bɪɡæn ɜ˞eɪndʒɪŋ ðʌ dɪteɪlz ʌv ðʌ dʒɜ˞ni hoʊm.

it seemed natural to leave this to her.

ɪt simd nætʃɜ˞ʌl tu liv ðɪs tu hɜ˞.

she obviously had a practical cunning which winston lacked, and she seemed also to have an exhaustive knowledge of the countryside round london, stored away from innumerable community hikes.

ʃi ɑbviʌsli hæd ʌ pɹæktʌkʌl kʌnɪŋ wɪtʃ wɪnstʌn lækt, ʌnd ʃi simd ɔlsoʊ tu hæv æn ɪɡzɔstɪv nɑlʌdʒ ʌv ðʌ kʌntɹisaɪd ɹaʊnd lʌndʌn, stɔɹd ʌweɪ fɹʌm ɪnumɜ˞ʌbʌl kʌmjunʌti haɪks.

the route she gave him was quite different from the one by which he had come, and brought him out at a different railway station.

ðʌ ɹut ʃi ɡeɪv hɪm wɑz kwaɪt dɪfɜ˞ʌnt fɹʌm ðʌ wʌn baɪ wɪtʃ hi hæd kʌm, ʌnd bɹɔt hɪm aʊt æt ʌ dɪfɜ˞ʌnt ɹeɪlweɪ steɪʃʌn.

'never go home the same way as you went out,' she said, as though enunciating an important general principle.

'nɛvɜ˞ ɡoʊ hoʊm ðʌ seɪm weɪ æz ju wɛnt aʊt,' ʃi sɛd, æz ðoʊ ɪnʌnsieɪtɪŋ æn ɪmpɔɹtʌnt dʒɛnɜ˞ʌl pɹɪnsʌpʌl.

she would leave first, and winston was to wait half an hour before following her.

ʃi wʊd liv fɜ˞st, ʌnd wɪnstʌn wɑz tu weɪt hæf æn aʊɜ˞ bɪfɔɹ fɑloʊɪŋ hɜ˞.

she had named a place where they could meet after work, four evenings hence.

ʃi hæd neɪmd ʌ pleɪs wɛɹ ðeɪ kʊd mit æftɜ˞ wɜ˞k, fɔɹ ivnɪŋz hɛns.

for perhaps as much as thirty seconds they kept it up.

fɔɹ pɜ˞hæps æz mʌtʃ æz θɜ˞di sɛkʌndz ðeɪ kɛpt ɪt ʌp.

it was a street in one of the poorer quarters, where there was an open market which was generally crowded and noisy.

ɪt wɑz ʌ stɹit ɪn wʌn ʌv ðʌ puɹɜ˞ kwɔɹtɜ˞z, wɛɹ ðɛɹ wɑz æn oʊpʌn mɑɹkʌt wɪtʃ wɑz dʒɛnɜ˞ʌli kɹaʊdʌd ʌnd nɔɪzi.

she would be hanging about among the stalls, pretending to be in search of shoelaces or sewing thread.

ʃi wʊd bi hæŋɪŋ ʌbaʊt ʌmʌŋ ðʌ stɔlz, pɹitɛndɪŋ tu bi ɪn sɜ˞tʃ ʌv ʃuleɪsʌz ɔɹ soʊɪŋ θɹɛd.

if she judged that the coast was clear she would blow her nose when he approached, otherwise he was to walk past her without recognition.

ɪf ʃi dʒʌdʒd ðæt ðʌ koʊst wɑz klɪɹ ʃi wʊd bloʊ hɜ˞ noʊz wɛn hi ʌpɹoʊtʃt, ʌðɜ˞waɪz hi wɑz tu wɔk pæst hɜ˞ wɪθaʊt ɹɛkʌɡnɪʃʌn.

but with luck, in the middle of the crowd, it would be safe to talk for a quarter of an hour and arrange another meeting.

bʌt wɪð lʌk, ɪn ðʌ mɪdʌl ʌv ðʌ kɹaʊd, ɪt wʊd bi seɪf tu tɔk fɔɹ ʌ kwɔɹtɜ˞ ʌv æn aʊɜ˞ ʌnd ɜ˞eɪndʒ ʌnʌðɜ˞ mitɪŋ.

'and now i must go,' she said as soon as he had mastered his instructions.

'ʌnd naʊ aɪ mʌst ɡoʊ,' ʃi sɛd æz sun æz hi hæd mæstɜ˞d hɪz ɪnstɹʌkʃʌnz.

'i'm due back at nineteen thirty.

'aɪ'ɛm du bæk æt naɪntin θɜ˞di.

i've got to put in two hours for the junior anti sex league, handing out leaflets, or something.

aɪ'vi ɡɑt tu pʊt ɪn tu aʊɜ˞z fɔɹ ðʌ dʒunjɜ˞ ænti sɛks liɡ, hændɪŋ aʊt liflʌts, ɔɹ sʌmθɪŋ.

isn't it bloody?

'ti ɪt blʌdi?

give me a brush down, would you?

ɡɪv mi ʌ bɹʌʃ daʊn, wʊd ju?

have i got any twigs in my hair?

hæv aɪ ɡɑt ɛni twɪɡz ɪn maɪ hɛɹ?

it was a refrain that was often heard in moments of overwhelming emotion.

ɪt wɑz ʌ ɹɪfɹeɪn ðæt wɑz ɔfʌn hɜ˞d ɪn moʊmʌnts ʌv oʊvɜ˞wɛlmɪŋ ɪmoʊʃʌn.

are you sure?

ɑɹ ju ʃʊɹ?

then good bye, my love, good bye!'

ðɛn ɡʊd baɪ, maɪ lʌv, ɡʊd baɪ!'