Free eBooks at Planet eBook.com then the usual deep-lunged singing struck up from the yard
below:‘It was only an ‘opeless fancy,
It passed like an Ipril dye,
But a look an’ a word an’ the dreams they stirred
They ‘ave stolen my ‘eart awye!’The driveling song seemed to have kept its popularity.
You still heard it all over the place. It had outlived the Hate
Song. Julia woke at the sound, stretched herself luxuriously,
and got out of bed.
‘I’m hungry,’ she said. ‘Let’s make some more coffee.
Damn! The stove’s gone out and the water’s cold.’ She picked
the stove up and shook it. ‘There’s no oil in it.’
‘We can get some from old Charrington, I expect.’
‘The funny thing is I made sure it was full. I’m going to
put my clothes on,’ she added. ‘It seems to have got colder.’
Winston also got up and dressed himself. The indefati-
gable voice sang on:
‘They sye that time ‘eals all things,
They sye you can always forget;
But the smiles an’ the tears acrorss the years
They twist my ‘eart-strings yet!’As he fastened the belt of his overalls he strolled across
to the window. The sun must have gone down behind the
houses; it was not shining into the yard any longer. The flag-