Effing dubs...

The relief of seeing her was so
great that he could not resist staring directly at her for several seconds.
On the following day he very nearly succeeded in speaking to her. When he
came into the canteen she was sitting at a table well out from the wall,
and was quite alone. It was early, and the place was not very full. The
queue edged forward till Winston was almost at the counter, then was held
up for two minutes because someone in front was complaining that he had not
received his tablet of saccharine. But the girl was still alone when
Winston secured his tray and began to make for her table. He walked
casually towards her, his eyes searching for a place at some table beyond
her. She was perhaps three metres away from him. Another two seconds would
do it. Then a voice behind him called, 'Smith!' He pretended not to hear.
'Smith!' repeated the voice, more loudly. It was no use. He turned round. A
blond-headed, silly-faced young man named Wilsher, whom he barely knew, was
inviting him with a smile to a vacant place at his table. It was not safe
to refuse. After having been recognized, he could not go and sit at a table
with an unattended girl. It was too noticeable. He sat down with a friendly
smile. The silly blond face beamed into his. Winston had a hallucination of
himself smashing a pick-axe righ