1 Something had also changed in Mr. Charrington's appearance.
2 Winston explained about the room over Mr. Charrington's shop.
3 He would drag the rest of that poem out of Mr. Charrington's memory.
4 Winston looked round the shabby little room above Mr. Charrington's shop.
5 Perhaps it could be dug out of Mr. Charrington's memory, if he were suitably prompted.
6 With a sort of voluptuous creaking in his joints he climbed the stair above Mr. Charrington's shop.
7 It was not actually at that moment, but at some time on the following day, that the idea of renting Mr. Charrington's room had occurred to him.
8 In the room over Mr. Charrington's shop, when they could get there, Julia and Winston lay side by side on a stripped bed under the open window, naked for the sake of coolness.
9 Like the glass paperweight or Mr. Charrington's half-remembered rhymes, it belonged to the vanished, romantic past, the olden time as he liked to call it in his secret thoughts.
10 Slowly, in mild afternoon sunshine, he walked up a dingy street in the direction of Mr. Charrington's shop, keeping one eye open for the patrols, but irrationally convinced that this afternoon there was no danger of anyone interfering with him.
11 Instead of anything directly connected with O'Brien or the Brotherhood, there came into his mind a sort of composite picture of the dark bedroom where his mother had spent her last days, and the little room over Mr. Charrington's shop, and the glass paperweight, and the steel engraving in its rosewood frame.