Julia watches Winston in the canteen

As Winston is lost in thought, he is dragged back by a violent jerk. The girl with dark hair at the next table has turned partly round and is looking at him with curious intensity. The instant she catches his eye she looks away. Sweat starts out on Winston's backbone, and he feels a horrible pang of terror. He thinks she may be an amateur spy, and recalls that during the Two Minutes Hate she sat immediately behind him. He imagines her denouncing him to the Thought Police, but he cannot prove anything.