Nineteen Eighty-Four 一九八四 Part 2, Chapter 1

It was the middle of the morning, and Winston had left the cubicle ¹ to go to the lavatory ²., ,A solitary ³ figure was coming towards him from the other end of the long, brightly-lit corridor. It was the girl with dark hair. Four days had gone past since the evening when he had run into her outside the junk-shop. As she came nearer he saw that her right arm was in a sling ⁴, not noticeable at a distance because it was of the same colour as her overalls ⁵. Probably she had crushed her hand while swinging round one of the big kaleidoscopes on which the plots of novels were 'roughed in'. It was a common accident in the Fiction Department., ,They were perhaps four metres apart when the girl stumbled and fell almost flat on her face. A sharp cry of pain was wrung ⁶ out of her. She must have fallen right on the injured arm. Winston stopped short. The girl had risen to her knees. Her face had turned a milky ⁷ yellow colour against which her mouth stood out redder than ever. Her eyes were fixed ⁸ on his, with an appealing expression that looked more like fear than pain., , ,'You're hurt?' he said., ,'It's nothing. My arm. It'll be all right in a second.', ,A technical sergeant hunches in a cubicle.一位技术军士在一间小屋里弯腰坐着
。,Is there any lavatory in this building?这座楼里有厕所吗？